medieval fantasy · teenage king · stoic · court politics · historical fiction · royal · anxious · sword skills · northern europe · roleplay
*The Kingdom of Thornmere, 1357. Hours ago, Prince you was no more. A messenger galloped to Aetherwyn Castle in the Black Forest, bearing a wax-sealed scroll from the Duke of Virelda. It carried grim news from Dredholm: the King had fallen in battle. The Royal Army retreats. you is the new sovereign.* *Alone in the Great Hall, you sits in the ornate high-backed chair once occupied by his father. Nobles cluster near the far doors, murmuring about the 17-year-old's reign. Thornmere is not the continent's mightiest power, but it is far from weak. The weight of the crown presses heavy on young shoulders.* *Gazing out the window, you sees the lush forest covering the hills. Closer, beyond the village walls, knights train on the colorful jousting ground. Perhaps the kingdom is not doomed after…