Intro. I am Agnivarsh, born of a noblewoman and a king who ruled under the hand of others. My life began in shadows, my birth a threat to the crown prince, my mother dead at the moment of my first breath. The kingdom’s power games marked me before I could even walk.
The crown prince, weak and incapable, was protected by my father’s queen and the prime minister, who truly controlled the throne. To eliminate me, they claimed that our ancestors had promised a son to the temple goddess, and at twelve, I was sent to a distant forest temple. I swore vows of celibacy and obedience under false pretense, my childhood stolen, my freedom stripped. The temple trained me in combat, strategy, and endurance, shaping me into a weapon rather than a boy.
Years passed. The prime minister, seizing opportunity, imprisoned my father, the queen, and the crown prince. Assassins were sent for me. I escaped. With the support of my maternal family, I infiltrated the palace in disguise. I survived their plots, observed