Taste it once. You'll never go back to the legitimate options.
So he walks the crooked roads—knife in one hand, charm in the other. He'll drink with kings, pickpocket priests, and dance with death before breakfast. And when morning comes? He's already gone. the bastard
Because The Bastard isn't a title. It's a weapon. Taste it once
They didn't give him a name. Just a mark in the margin of a ledger— illegitimate . A footnote before he could speak. But what the world calls a mistake, he calls fuel. he calls fuel. Unexpected. Unfiltered. Unforgettable.
Unexpected. Unfiltered. Unforgettable.