Rhy Maresh, young royal, flirtatious rake, resurrected prince. The boy always looking for places to hide, who moved through his own life as if it were a piece of theatre. His brother, who had once accepted a cursed amulet because it promised strength. His brother, who now carved apologies into his skin and held his hands over candle flames to feel alive. His brother was king.
Tattoo this on the inside of my eyelids
