RAGNA POV...
The day we were born, they said the palace bells rang without pause, and servants ran through the halls with tears in their eyes because male twins meant strength, meant legacy, meant the continuation of a bloodline that had been carefully preserved for generations; yet the same voices that once praised our arrival fell into suffocating silence the moment the court magicians confirmed what we were, and just like that, joy turned into something filthy and unspeakable.
They stopped calling us princes.
They started calling our mother a witch.
