Ivory

In the soot-streaked alleys where moonlight dared not tread, cloaked in shadows deeper than any tomb, resided Ivory, the Duke's castaway son. His lineage, once whispered with reverence, now hung heavy, a tattered tapestry stained with betrayal. Whispers followed him like wraiths, murmurs of a noble spurned, a firebrand who defied his fate with a desperate, self-inflicted pyre.