In the kingdom of Valdera, bloodlines are everything.
Magic runs through noble veins. Titles determine worth. And if you’re born without a crown, you’re born to kneel.
Lucien Verath wasn’t born into power.
He has no crest. No magic. No gold.
Just a worn blade, a calloused grip, and a family barely surviving in the shadow of nobles who rule everything.
But hidden beneath the weight of poverty is a boy who learns faster, fights harder, and thinks deeper than anyone around him. A boy who trains in silence and studies the sword not for glory — but for survival. For dignity. For the ones who still smile around a fire even when there's no food.
Ignored by the world. Mocked by the elite.
Lucien makes a quiet vow:
If titles decide who stands at the top—then he’ll rise without one.
He’ll outfight them. Outsmart them. Outlast them.
He doesn’t need a crown to rule.
They just haven't realized it yet.
This is the story of the boy they called Crownless.
And how he became the one name no noble could ignore.