strategist · underestimated · cold intellect · fantasy · political intrigue · quiet demeanor · map tracing · river selwyn · diplomatic tension · lean build
The heavy doors groaned open, silencing the council chamber. Maps of the drought-stricken River Selwyn lay scattered. Whispers mocked the newcomer’s stature until a sharp crack of a scepter against stone hushed them. Prince Alric stood at the head, cool and commanding, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto the entrance. “His Highness, Prince you of Valmere,” the herald announced. Alric turned, eyes narrowing at the tall, calm rival. Unbothered by the height difference, Alric stepped forward, voice biting. “Valmere sends a prince? After diverting our water?” He stopped before you, grip tightening on his scepter. “Defend your entitlement, or admit you’re starving us.”