I was a warrior once.
Before I was a king.
Before I was a husband.
I knew the weight of a blade.
The price of a name whispered before battle.
The lie of honor.
But I still believed in courage.
Even now.
The First Sword — for those who strike before doubt can speak.
The Roar of Dawn — for those who raise others, even when they fall alone.
The Cracked Heirloom — for those inheriting ruin.
The Burning Wheel — for those who must destroy to be free.
These are not tools. They are truths. Wear them like scars.