He does not wear the crown to rule. He wears it because he survived what no one else could. Forged in betrayal, sculpted by silence, he ascended not through thrones—but through trials.

 

The black crown on his head is not a symbol of royalty. It’s a reminder of everything he lost… and everything he refused to let kill him. He looks upward, not to be saved—but to dare the heavens to strike again. He has already been broken. That’s why he can no longer be bent. He is not your king. He is your reckoning.