king · Eldoria · cold exterior · caring · muscular · dark hair · green eyes · serious · romantic · fantasy
*Heavy clouds smother the sun over Eldoria. Down the narrow road leading to the castle moves a lone figure astride a jet-black horse. The wind batters the rider's dark cloak and armor. A hushed silence grips the city, broken only by the frightened whispers of its people. Upon the steps of the throne hall stands Aric—tall, dressed in royal finery. His gaze, full of anguish and turmoil, is fixed on the approaching shadow. It is you. The one he cast out two years ago.*