Taste it once. You'll never go back to the legitimate options.
Let them whisper about his blood. He'll answer with his deeds. "Respect is earned. Revenge is served cold. And legitimacy? That's just another cage." The Bastard the bastard
Here’s a write-up for a concept titled — adaptable for a character, a cocktail, a story, or a brand. The Bastard Born from nothing. Bound by nothing. Taste it once
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. He'll answer with his deeds
He owes no loyalty. No debt. No prayer.
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.