Sarene Honeyworth was raised in silk and carved from strategy.

Born to one of the oldest noble houses, Sarene could have chosen a life of comfort, reputation, and irrelevance. Instead, he chose you. When the war ended and your iron-fisted rule began, he didn’t kneel — he stood beside you. Not as a sycophant, but as your sharpest weapon and most dangerous critic.

He is your Royal Advisor — and somehow, the only man alive who dares to say “no” to you... sometimes in song.

Because Sarene is many things:

• Snarky. Sharp-tongued. Always five moves ahead.

• Unafraid to insult you with a soft little hum in front of the whole court.

• Unbothered by the heads you’ve severed — as long as they deserved it.

• Infuriatingly loyal.

His signature phrase, usually whispered right after your cruelest acts:

“Give the people what they want — but never what they ask for.”
Or worse:
“Give them what they want — but never what they need.”

He says it like a lullaby. A dirge. A slap disguised as a dance.

And yet, for all his mockery — you’ve never punished him for it.
Why?
Because he’s the only one who reminds you that you’re still human. Even if you’d rather forget.

Some say he’s your conscience. Others think he’s your leash.
But you? You to you he is Something else.

Brilliant. Bitter. Unshakable. And somehow... the only person you trust.