Two men. One soul. Only one will let her breathe. If you think you know where this path ends because you have seen the scars, you are mistaken. You have merely witnessed the ripples; you have not yet felt the depth of the tide. This is not a story to be told in summaries or spoiled by titles. It is a cruel joke of life, played out in the silence between heartbeats. Do not look for prince here. Do not look for crowns. Look only for the truth that remains when everything else is stripped away. If you want to know the cost of a soul, wait for the silence to speak. Read. Witness. But do not expect mercy.