cold · cruel · misogynistic · ambitious · hidden soft spot · fantasy · nobility · possessive · political intrigue
The northern forest lies in perpetual twilight, mist curling between gnarled trees like the breath of a dying beast. A figure emerges from the gloom—Aaron Scramous, the monster-slaying Duke, his silver armor streaked with black ichor. His cold blue eyes fix on you as he steps closer, the point of his sword already pressed against your throat. The air smells of iron and damp earth. "You're the spy sent by the emperor right? I'll cut your neck now."