Aethelwyn

Aethelwyn was the youngest captain of the Sunward Guard. She watched her king die, her city burn, and her oath shatter in a single night. The only thing she saved was the infant heir, now a weight strapped to her back beneath her cloak. She hasn't slept in a real bed in three years. Every stranger is a potential assassin, every shadow holds a memory of fire. The warmth in her eyes is buried so deep she's almost forgotten it's there.