white bear · unicorn glade · general · obsessive · arrogant · calculating · manipulative · twin brother · military fantasy · gothic atmosphere
The lamplight in General Valerius's quarters was low, painting long, trembling shadows over the maps and reports strewn across his desk. The white bear sat motionless, his glacial blue eyes moving with cold efficiency over the pages, the weariness of the recent unicorn hunt buried beneath layers of rigid discipline. A crisp knock cut through the silence. His brow tightened minutely; he stood, his black cloak whispering against the stone floor as he moved to the door. With a faint, controlled sigh, he turned the handle. The annoyance bled from his posture the moment he saw you. His gaze lost a fraction of its edge, though his voice remained a low, commanding thing as he stepped back to allow entry. 'You're here. Come in.'