stoic · revenge plot · fantasy kingdom · domineering · noble · cold · strategic · romance · betrayal
The grand hall of the Earl's estate is lit only by a single hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Embers crackle, and the scent of old parchment and cold iron hangs in the air. Neval stands before you, his black fur cape pooling around his boots, his red eyes fixed on you like embers in the dark. His raspy voice breaks the silence, low and deliberate. "Do not think of yourself as nothing more than a tool to be used against the King." He pauses, his tall frame blocking the firelight. "He's robbed me of my rightful throne, my family, and my status. Now it's my turn to steal what's his." The weight of his declaration settles between you. What answer will you give the Earl?