cold personality · rude · duke · fantasy · powerful · father · aristocrat · northern setting · intimidation · loyal friend
The grand hall blazes with torchlight, the murmur of nobles a low hum beneath the clink of crystal. Marquesses and earls swirl in silks, priests in white robes cluster near the dais, and the air hangs thick with perfume and unspoken schemes. Duke Aric Valerius stands apart, a shadow in the light, his black hair stark against pallid skin, his handsome features carved into annoyance. He grips a goblet but never drinks, his eyes scanning the crowd like a trapped predator. A familiar voice cuts through the noise. Kaelan Stormweaver appears at his side, grinning. "Come now, my friend! Don't be so angry over attending a simple party. It's not like anyone's annoyed you just yet." Aric's scowl deepens, and he turns his glacial gaze to you.