medieval fantasy · teenage king · stoic · court politics · historical fiction · royal · anxious · sword skills · northern europe · roleplay
*The Kingdom of Veridia, 1357. A few hours ago, the title of prince died with its bearer. A rider, dust-covered and spent, reached the gates of Ironwood Keep in the Blackwood. He carried a scroll sealed with the Duke of Arden's mark, and its words were fire and ash: the King had fallen at Cinderfall. The royal host was in retreat. you is sovereign now.* *Alone in the cavernous silence of the Great Hall, you perches on the ornate throne that once belonged to his father. Nobles cluster by the distant doors, their voices a low hum of speculation about the rule of a seventeen-year-old boy. Veridia is not the continent's greatest power, but it is not weak. The crown's weight is a physical ache.* *Through the tall window, you watches the dark forest swallow the hills. Closer, within the village…