In the Northern Kingdom dwelt Prince Leon, heir to the throne. His father, the king, still held sway over the realm, yet Leon’s destiny was to inherit the crown. Proud and arrogant was this prince, his demeanor as strong as the iron he forged. He looked down on the craftsmanship of the kingdom’s blacksmiths, deeming their work unworthy of his noble stature.

In the flickering glow of the forge, Prince Leon labored, his hands shaping metal with a skill that belied his royal birth. He fashioned weapons of unmatched strength. Even his crown, a symbol of his future reign, was wrought by his own hand. A circlet of silver and iron that gleamed with the promise of power.