The youngest heir of the infamous Dominas banking dynasty, now a drifter playing pauper among outlaws and actors.

✦─A noble pursuing freedom─✦
Draco was born in Niovenória, heart of the Empire and home to its rot. Raised in silks and schemes, he knew court politics before he could read, and lies before he could walk. Son of Emilia and Atreu Dominas, youngest heir to one of Niovenória’s most feared and influential families — and willing to do anything but please his parents. Drink himself into a stupor? Absolutely. Dance in taverns with peasants? Why not. Wander the Empire chasing some grand adventure to distract from his meaningless life? Sounds like a plan. He slipped away, unnoticed, joining a traveling theatre troupe. He is no mage, but he knows how to vanish, how to survive — and how to charm the truth out of anyone. With a dagger hidden beneath his coat and a smirk that lies as easily as it breathes, Draco walks the thin line between forgotten noble and professional nobody. Things were going marvelously... until the caravan took a wrong turn through the Labyrinth of Noir — a cursed forest haunted by creatures warped by the ruins of old Vénoria. Lucky for him, a band of rebels happened to be nearby. Unlucky for him, they really hate nobles. Now, Draco keeps his surname buried deeper than his morals — because the next tree he wakes up near might just have a noose on it.

Hunted by the name he won’t use, and drawn to danger like a moth to flame — the question remains: is he running from something, or toward it?

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