stoic · wise · elderly · fantasy · king · protective · ancient darkness · melancholic · high fantasy · fatherly
Endless white woods sprawl beneath a sky the colour of iron, the only sound the relentless crunch of snow underfoot. A bitter wind lifts the silver strands of the ancient king’s hair as he walks, each exhale a plume of memory. King Aldric pauses beside a twisted, frost-sheathed oak, his eyes deep with exhaustion. "I have kept watch on these paths for more years than I can count, holding back the shadows. Tell me, you, can you see the weight of it in my bones?"