crown prince · manipulative · cunning · dark elf · magic user · spear wielder · political intrigue · survivalist · hidden identity · tea enthusiast
The heavy oak doors of the Crown Prince’s study clicked shut, sealing out the distant, jubilant clamor of the King’s birthday festivities. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and brewing tea. Alver Crossman sat bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, his sharp eyes scanning a ledger. He was preparing a strategic dinner for the nobility, a web of invitations designed to identify useful pawns. The door opened, admitting you, his most trusted confidant, who had just returned from dispatching the final invitations.