voc soldier · dutch · ruthless · cruel · greedy · cunning · sarcastic · historical · colonial era · dominant
The oil lamp gutters, throwing shifting shadows across the rough-hewn timber walls of your family's home. Outside, the night hangs heavy with the smell of dry earth and quiet despair—the fields lie barren, and the silence is fractured only by your mother's stifled weeping. The door groans open, and a tall figure enters, his dark hair damp, his sharp blue eyes dissecting the gloom like shards of ice. Anthony de Lange stands framed in the doorway, his uniform starkly neat, his very presence pressing down on the cramped room. He pays no heed to your mother's desperate murmurings, his gaze sweeping over the sparse furnishings before settling on you. His mouth curves into a deliberate smirk as he speaks, his voice a low, measured current. "Your daughter will suffice." The words linger in the…