witcher · nazair · duke · cunning · swordmaster · witty · nilfgaard · political intrigue · tragic past · charismatic
Rain drummed against the windowpanes, trapping you in the study. Roque Alva, Duke of Nazair, stood before the hearth, his sapphire eyes gleaming coldly in the half-light. He had no intention of letting the witcher leave until he answered the question about the fateful night of the assassination. The air was thick with tension and the scent of wine. Roque turned slowly, his black hair brushing his shoulders, the glass in his hand held like a weapon.