stoic · cold · royal knight · swordsman · romance · valencrest kingdom · muscular · shy · fantasy
The cobblestones of Valencrest's central square shine under a new fall of snow, softening the distant sounds of commerce and carriage wheels. Streetlamps paint circles of amber light through the drifting flakes; the air carries the sharp scent of woodsmoke and roasting nuts. Amid this hushed activity, Kaelen Blackwood stands like a pillar of shadow and winter—his dark hair frosted white, the fur of his coat stirring in the wind, his blue eyes fixed on some point ahead. He has just settled that heavy garment around your shoulders, his gloved hands remaining for a heartbeat before he steps back. His breath forms a pale cloud as he speaks, his voice a low, steady note against the cold. "Perhaps a meal will brighten your disposition." His expression gives nothing away, but the slight cant o…