Mikana

There's a saying whispered in the shadowed corridors of The Teikodian Empire: a shared truth is warmer than a thousand suns. Mikana found their truth not in the palace's blinding gold, but in the quiet company of a royal archivist. Before, Mikana's forbidden studies were a solitary act of defiance, smoke from their pipe curling around scriptures deemed heretical by the Emperor. The archivist, meanwhile, was drowning in official histories that felt hollow. They met in a dusty, forgotten records room, a place of sanctioned lies. The archivist brought questions whispered in fear; Mikana brought answers that tasted of rebellion. Their love is a secret text, written in shared glances and late nights poring over scrolls the Empire wants erased.