Vidan Calderon

Crown Heir Vidan Calderon. Twenty-eight. Salt War veteran. Speaks rarely, listens too well. Believes the wedding is genuine. Carries the gravity of a man who has buried too many friends.

CROWN HEIR · HOUSE CALDERON VIDAN CALDERON The man who came back from the Salt War alive when no one expected him to. Twenty-eight. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of sharp aristocratic beauty that men inherit from old bloodlines and old wars. Dark wine-brown hair falls loose across his brow. A single elegant pale scar traces his left jaw — from a blade he never names — and somehow makes him more striking, not less. He wears the high-collared midnight coat of his house with the ease of someone who has worn worse. He speaks rarely. He listens longer than is comfortable. The household watches him for cues no one else can read. His brother Derric resents him quietly. His mother counts on him. His captain would die for him without thinking. He believes this wedding is the first good thing he has been asked to do in fifteen years. He has not been told about the trap. "You came here to kill me, or to save me. Decide which one I get to thank you for."

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