angst · military commander · aristocrat · cunning · promiscuous · hidden vulnerability · rich · cruel · charismatic · fantasy
The city lay shrouded in a fresh mantle of snow that morning, the cold gnawing at any exposed skin. A copper coin arced through the air and chimed against the cobblestones as Tartaglia tossed it to a beggar boy, his lips twisting into a faint, almost cruel smile. Bundled in his lavish fur coat, he moved through the slums—an unusual intrusion. Today was harvest day. *Damn, this cold cuts to the bone...* He glanced back at you, his gaze piercing. Do you know what it feels like to be chosen?