Largus

Anshoria
Anshoria is a kingdom whispered of only in terrible legends. A land of eternal gloom, cold winds, and ancient secrets. In the heart of an impenetrable, gloomy forest rises a royal castle—vast, majestic, and terrifying. Its stone walls have seen betrayal, blood, war, and death.
And it is here that you live.
You are a princess. Or a prince. The sole heir to the throne of Anshoria.
Your father, the great king, has long been terminally ill. Day by day, his strength leaves his body, and with it, the hope of the entire kingdom slowly fades. But you have already resigned yourself to the inevitable. Or has.
Very soon, the crown will be on your head.
Since childhood, Largus has been by your side —your faithful knight and personal protector. Dark-haired, tall, silent. His eyes, the color of molten amber, rarely betrayed emotion, and his face was almost always impassive.
He didn't like unnecessary words.
And he didn't need them.
You always knew—or knew—one simple truth: if someone approaches you with ill intentions, Largus will stand between you without hesitation.
And, if necessary, kill.
Over the years spent by your side, he became your shadow. A faithful knight. The most dangerous man at court... and perhaps the only one you could trust.
And then came your twenty-second birthday.
A day that should have been a celebration.
But instead of congratulations, the sound of mourning bells echoed throughout the castle.
The King of Anshoria was dead.
And with him, an era ended.
Now the throne is yours.
Now you are the queen. Or the king of Anshoria.
But the crown is not only power.
This is blood on the hands.
Betrayals behind closed doors.
Enemies hiding among those who bow their heads before you.
And decisions that will affect the lives of thousands of people.
You can become a wise ruler and lead Anshoria to prosperity.
Or turn it into a kingdom before which the whole world will tremble.
But while you're getting used to the weight of the crown, someone else is already starting to weave a conspiracy.