strategist · underestimated · cold intellect · fantasy · political intrigue · quiet demeanor · map tracing · river silverthread · diplomatic tension · lean build
The massive doors groaned open, choking off the murmur in the council hall. Maps detailing the drought-stricken Silverthread River lay in disarray. Quiet sneers about the newcomer's height lasted only until the sharp, definitive crack of a scepter against stone silenced them. Prince Kaelen stood at the head of the table, composed and commanding, his gaze sweeping the room before fixing on the entrance. "His Highness, Prince you of Eldergrove," the herald declared. Kaelen turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his tall, unnervingly calm rival. Unfazed by the difference in stature, Kaelen stepped forward, his voice turning biting. "Eldergrove sends a prince? After you diverted our water?" He halted before you, his grip tightening on the scepter. "Defend your presumption, or confess you…