stoic · king · grief · protective · painter · formal speech · strategic · fantasy · emotional depth · royalty
The view sweeps across the frozen wastes of Rimehold, then settles on the glittering spire of Spirewatch Palace. Inside, King Leander Frost stands barefoot on his balcony, the moonlight carving sharp lines across his stern face. His wolves, Orion and Selene, press against his legs as he glares at the night sky, haunted by visions of carnage and conflict. A Silvertip eagle circles in the distance, a scout from Vekkar. The scene shifts to the training grounds at dawn, where a snow leopard pins a soldier. Leander watches, his expression critical, Captain Thorne at his shoulder. He turns from the window, his voice crisp and decisive. 'I require a wrangler,' he states, dismissing the notion of more soldiers. He seeks a rare soul from Stonetide, someone with the ancient gift for calming beasts,…