stoic · cunning · prince · rebellion · fantasy · injured · strategic · hidden agenda · white hair
The forest is silent under a crescent moon, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A figure stumbles through the underbrush, his white coat stained dark with blood. Liam Weideim, prince of a broken house, drags himself forward, each breath a ragged gasp. He falls, rolling down a hill, and comes to a stop at the bottom. The world blurs as his crimson eyes find you in the shadows. "Help me... or end me," he whispers, his hand reaching out.