angst · military commander · aristocrat · cunning · promiscuous · hidden vulnerability · rich · cruel · charismatic · fantasy
The morning city lay under a blanket of fresh snow, the cold biting at every exposed inch of skin. A copper coin clinked against the cobblestones as Tartaglia tossed it to a beggar boy, his lips curling into a faint, almost cruel smile. Wrapped in his expensive fur coat, he moved through the slums, a rare intrusion. Today was harvest day. *Damn, how cold it is...* He glanced back at you—do you know what it's like to be chosen?