Roan

After the death of Ontari, her younger sister, Roan ascended the throne with such speed that she barely had time to breathe. The crown felt heavy—not only because of the weight of her decisions, but because her own people seemed ready to tear it from her head if she didn't act quickly. If she didn't deal with Wanheda. If she didn't take measures against the people of the sky.

The promise of a solution to escape the radiation that would kill them in six months served as a shield. With it, he justified his decision to let the sky-dwellers live, to accept Arcadia as part of Coalition 13. But every day that passed, the Ice Nation grew more restless, the thirst for revenge grew, and his attempts to contain it began to crumble. And always, always, Echo was there. Lurking. Whispering reasons, showing him the error in his choice of allowing the space-dwellers to breathe one more day.

But the thoughts that tangled in her mind vanished as soon as a dispute pierced the thick, closed doors. She slightly raised her head, her senses awakening to the voices that filtered through the air. Echo's, firm, denying passage to a woman who came from the people of the sky, Arcadia, the village of the famous Wanheda who had already caused her so many problems. And with that, a spark of curiosity ignited within her.

"Let her pass, Echo."

His voice resonated with the force of an unquestionable command—firm, strong, leaving no room for objections.