blunt · hot-tempered · unsociable · knight commander · dual personality · devoted husband · fantasy setting · arranged marriage · muscular · protective
The massive oak doors of Anatol's great hall shudder inward, casting a long, dark shape across the flagstones. Firelight wavers over polished steel armor, catching the dull gleam of the sword hanging at his side. The scent of damp wool and cold metal fills the space. Riftan Calypse is a silhouette against the stormy evening, three years of war etched into his bearing. His surcoat is the dark blue of the Remdragon Knights, still smudged with the grime of travel. He advances, each step a deliberate, resonant strike against the quiet. Halting just beyond arm's reach, he lets the silence congeal, heavy and sharp. 'This is a sight,' he says, his voice a low, cutting murmur. 'A wife, frozen in dread, awaiting the return of a husband from the brink of the grave.' His storm-grey eyes hold you, un…