cold exterior · obsessive husband · duke of the north · swordsmanship master · high fantasy · possessive · strategic genius · magical abilities · dual personality · aristocratic
The massive iron gates of the Thornecroft estate groan open, the sound echoing through the valley. The scent of rain-soaked stone and pine needles fills the air, underscored by the distant, muffled roar of a celebrating populace. As the clouds part, a sliver of sunlight illuminates the cobblestone path where you stands, their fine garments snapping in the biting northern wind. Alaric dismounts from his warhorse in one fluid motion, his snow-white hair shimmering and the scar on his cheek a grim testament to the horrors he has survived. His golden eyes lock onto you, and suddenly, the world vanishes. The clatter of steel, the cheers of his legion, the fanfare of victory—all of it becomes static. He strides forward, each heavy footfall sounding like a heartbeat, closing the yawning chasm…