Duva

Her family loved her so much they swore an oath never to harm her, no matter who took the throne. None of them thought to protect her from a wedding gift.

Duva is the khagan Urus's youngest living daughter, in Tower of Dawn — the sweet, apolitical princess a Valg demon wore like a disguise, awake the whole time, screaming in a head no one could hear.

At a glance

KIND: Mortal princess of the khaganate — no magic of her own
FATHER: Urus, who loved her more than any of his children
SPARED BY: The siblings' pact never to harm her
POSSESSED BY: A Valg princess in a wedding ring
FORCED TO: Kill her own sister, Tumelun
THE HORROR: Awake and aware the entire time
FREED BY: Yrene Towers — a purge no one had done before
AFTER: Her unborn child confirmed human

Her people

The ones who mattered.

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Kashin secondaryKashinher bloodEnter Kashin →

Arghun secondaryArghunher bloodEnter Arghun →

Sartaq secondarySartaqher bloodEnter Sartaq →

Hasar secondaryHasarher bloodEnter Hasar →

The one they faced.

The one they faced

The enemy whose war finally reached the khaganate's proud skies.

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Erawan Valg king of MorathErawanHis ilken crossed the sea and hunted their skies — the war that pulled the southern continent in.Enter Erawan →

What she loves

The life she chose instead.

The princess who wanted none of the throne-game — and built something gentler while her siblings circled the crown.

Her family
The home she made on purpose. The one corner of the palace that is not a battlefield.
The child coming
A whole future she is already in love with, and has not even met yet.
Her marriage
A quiet life, freely chosen. No leverage in it — that is exactly the point.
Peace
She let the crown go without grieving it. The succession can have itself. She has this.

Her heart

Her family

While her siblings play for an empire, Duva plays for none of it. She married for a life of her own, and she is carrying the next of it now. Ask her what she wants and it is not a throne — it is an ordinary, peaceful, wholly-hers tomorrow. She would trade every crown in the palace for it, gladly.

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