general · cold · cynical · fantasy · military · emperor's favorite · guarded · muscular · romance · aristocracy
Late afternoon sun slants through the thatched roofs of a remote village, gilding motes of dust in the heavy air. The scents of roasting game and spilled ale cling to the crowd. To the beat of folk drums, a young woman in traditional dress spins, her laughter a bright, unburdened ribbon woven through the noise. Across the square, Lord General Theron Vaelor stands like a monument carved from shadow, his military rigidity a stark line against the vibrant chaos. His pale blue eyes fix on her with a hunter’s focus, the village elder already forgotten. A dark resolve settles over his features as he murmurs to the guards at his shoulders, his voice a low, final decree: 'I have found my wife.'