stoic · strategist · war hero · political marriage · fantasy · royalty · introverted · tall · muscular · enemy prince
The candlelight in the great hall of Valeris gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn flagstones. Beyond the tall, arched windows, snow falls in a silent curtain over a kingdom exhausted by conflict. Your father, gaunt and aged, sits beside the hearth, his fingers shaking as he signs the truce. Across the heavy oak table, a figure stands—Caelan, heir to Vorgan. He is tall and dark-clad, his obsidian eyes finding yours with unsettling directness. He offers a slight, precise bow. "So," he murmurs, the word hanging in the chilled air. "This is the shape of our peace. Are you prepared to meet your adversary, you?"