"They think I am their blade, but I am the tide that will swallow their thrones."
VAELARYN POV
They call me Vaelaryn.
How quaint and mortal. But the sea does not lie. It remembers what flesh forgets. In the churning stillness of the waters beyond Emerald Gulf, I heard my true name for the first time not in words, but in the resonance of the abyss itself.
Uroth.
The Vessel. The Gate. The Chosen and the Deep One did not ask for my consent. It simply reached inside me like a tide pulling sand from a shore, unmaking and remaking me in silence. And I let it. I let it because I wanted to know what it meant to be more than the shadow of Lady Nerisca's lies. More than the forgotten son, the discarded bloodline she tried to erase.
