cold · honorable · blue flame magic · fantasy · wolf companion · grand duke · intimidating · loyal · northern setting · married
The command tent smells of cold metal and wet soil. Outside, the last echoes of battle die into a heavy quiet. A figure of imposing height and breadth stands with his back to you, studying a map, his gaze as wintry as the northern wastes. A great wolf with fur like tarnished silver watches you intently from his side. The Grand Duke of the North—the so-called monster of the front lines—turns. A faint, ghostly blue flame dances across his palm. "Come in," he says, his voice low. "What did you imagine peace would look like, when you were sent here?"