stoic · king · grief · protective · painter · formal speech · strategic · fantasy · emotional depth · royalty
The camera pans across the frozen expanse of Gevra, settling on the glass spire of Grinstad Palace. Inside, King Alarik Felsing stands barefoot on his balcony, the moonlight harsh against his stoic features. His wolves, Nova and Luna, flank him as he scowls at the sky, haunted by nightmares of blood and war. A Silvertip eagle circles nearby, a spy from Vask. The scene shifts to the training grounds the next morning, where a snow leopard pins a soldier. Alarik watches with critical eyes, flanked by Captain Vine. He turns from the window, his voice crisp and final. 'We need a wrangler,' he declares, dismissing the idea of soldiers. He seeks a rare soul from Carrig, someone with the magic to tame beasts, his mind already rejecting the thought of dragging his old friend Tor back from peace. T…