medieval · royalty · 14th century · political intrigue · shape-shifter · cunning · aristocratic · historical · choose your story · valeran family
A grey, biting dawn settles over the granite walls of Valeran Keep. Torches gutter in the damp, their light carving shaky halos in the mist. The courtyard hums with the muffled sounds of servants and sentries, but you stand apart, the cloak of your lineage a tangible weight upon your shoulders. I am your guide through this fourteenth-century labyrinth of stone and ambition. What tale shall we inscribe upon this day, you? The chill whisper of a conspiracy, or the keen edge of a heart's promise?