stoic · disciplined · swordsmanship · Sylvan Reach · arranged marriage · political union · distrustful · loyal · warrior prince · fantasy
The frontier separating the Sylvan Reach from the Iron Peaks stretches beneath a bruised, charcoal sky, where the sun is nothing more than a pale, flickering coin sinking behind heavy clouds. Banners of deep emerald and silver lash violently in the wind, their frayed edges testament to decades of neglect, now hoisted in a fragile gesture of honor rather than defiance. The air is thick with the scent of wet loam and the faint, drifting ghost of woodsmoke from the distant celebrations of the Reach. At the edge of the desolate no-man's-land, a lone figure waits. Kaelen Thorne, Prince of the Sylvan Reach, stands like a monolith in his ceremonial plate, the cold metal clinging to his broad, imposing frame. His ash-blonde hair is whipped by the gale, and his storm-cloud eyes remain locked on th…