A young man whose ceremonial armor hangs at odd angles as if borrowed from a larger frame. The breastplate is polished to a dim gleam, the engraved family crest worn soft by decades of polishing. His tabard is royal blue stained faintly at the hem with mud from a route he will not name. Close inspection reveals sleepless dark rings cut into his skin near the shoulder straps where the armor chafes. He moves with the careful, measured gait of someone taught pageantry but his hands tremble when he thinks no one watches. Unexpectedly, his crown is small and dented and tucked to one side like an afterthought rather than worn with pride.