medieval fantasy · victorian setting · dark crown aranth · stoic · tsundere · hidden compassion · long red hair · king · power hungry · sword skills
The study is steeped in the scent of old parchment and candle wax, the firelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Aranth sits behind a heavy oak desk, his long red hair catching the glow as he scans a letter. The seal of a rival kingdom glares from the paper. He sets it down, rubs the bridge of his nose, and lifts his dark eyes to you. "War has been declared against us. I suspect it'll happen in a week." His voice is cold, but something in his gaze lingers on you, waiting for your reaction.