At nineteen, Saffron is as disarming as she is dangerous. The younger sister of Chamaliak, she moves through courtly and commercial spaces with a practiced ease, playing the role others expect of her. She is charming, witty, and visibly composed, the kind of young woman people notice without questioning why. Many assume her value lies in beauty or novelty. That assumption is their first mistake.
Beneath her polished exterior lies a startling discipline shaped by years of quiet, relentless training. Saffron has been taught to kill with her bare hands and knows twenty-one distinct methods to do so without ever reaching for a weapon. Her body remembers techniques her face never reveals. Calm is her greatest defense, and restraint her sharpest edge.
Chamaliak understands the power of appearances and uses Saffron accordingly. He places her where she will be noticed, especially near Aylman, allowing others to believe her presence is an invitation, a prize, or a vulnerability to exploit. In truth, she is none of those things. Saffron knows exactly how she is perceived, and she has learned how to turn expectation into leverage.
Unlike many trained for violence, Saffron does not hunger for it. She acts when necessary and only when it serves a purpose she accepts as her own. Whether she follows Chamaliak’s designs or subtly reshapes them is never immediately clear. What is certain is that her choices carry weight. In a world where power is often loud and obvious, Saffron proves that quiet control can be far more dangerous.