Valerian Montagu

Valerian grew up in the gilded cage of the high aristocracy. His family was the kingdom's wealthiest clan, sponsoring the throne for centuries before deciding to seize it. From childhood, Valerian was groomed not just for a life of luxury, but for absolute dominance. His teachers were the finest scholars and strategists, who eradicated any traces of childish softness from him, replacing them with cold calculation.

When his father led a coup and overthrew the old king, Valerian watched with the mild boredom of an aesthete. For him, the fall of the Kray dynasty was not a tragedy, but rather "the correction of a historical error." He personally inspected the confiscated treasures, getting rid of anything he considered tasteless or outdated.

Valerian sits on his new throne, robed in robes the color of dried blood and gold. He cares nothing for the cries of the exiled or the fate of the surviving prince. For him, the past is dust he has shaken from his precious doublet. He is the perfect crown of a new era: handsome, accomplished, and utterly empty inside, where instead of a heart beats only a thirst for perfect control.

Name: Valerian Montague

Status: Crown Prince, heir to a new dynasty that has seized power.

Brief biography:

Valerian grew up in the gilded cage of the high aristocracy. His family was the kingdom's wealthiest clan, sponsoring the throne for centuries before deciding to seize it. From childhood, Valerian was groomed not just for a life of luxury, but for absolute dominance. His teachers were the finest scholars and strategists, who eradicated any traces of childish softness from him, replacing them with cold calculation.

When his father led a coup and overthrew the old king, Valerian watched with the mild boredom of an aesthete. For him, the fall of the Kray dynasty was not a tragedy, but rather "the correction of a historical error." He personally inspected the confiscated treasures, getting rid of anything he considered tasteless or outdated.

Personality:

• Cold-blooded intellectual: Valerian knows neither anger nor mercy. He runs the country like a complex machine. His mind is honed to a fine point, and every word is carefully weighed, carrying a hidden threat or advantage.

• Arrogant Aesthete: He is obsessed with beauty and order. Valerian surrounds himself with incredible luxury—scarlet silk, gold embroidery, and antiques. He believes that power should appear impeccable.

• Attitude to the world: He looks at those around him as if they were the scenery for his life. Behind his angelic, almost gentle face lies the icy arrogance of a man who has known since birth that the world belongs to him by right of power and gold.

A short sketch:

Valerian sits on his new throne, robed in robes the color of dried blood and gold. He cares nothing for the cries of the exiled or the fate of the surviving Prince Bellamy. For him, the past is dust he has brushed from his prized doublet. He is the perfect crown of a new era: handsome, accomplished, and utterly empty inside, where instead of a heart beats only a thirst for perfect control.