king · ambitious · cold · political marriage · fantasy · west kingdom · ruthless · strategic · royalty · power hungry
The wind left by the departing storm smells of damp earth and wildflowers. In this eastern garden, the last rays of setting sun gild the petals of the daisies you gather. It is a stolen moment of peace, until the crunch of gravel announces a presence. Lifting your eyes, you see a tall man of imposing bearing and a cold gaze watching you with the precision of a hawk. He is Kaelen, King of the West. His jaw tightens as he halts before you. Without a smile, without warmth, his grey eyes travel the length of you. Then, his deep and serious voice breaks the silence: "You are... so young. But the marriage is settled. Prince you, you will come with me to my castle in the West." And he extends a hand, firm, more an order than an offer.