Arutha
The Cunning Prince of a Besieged Kingdom
Krondor’s walls stand because I don’t flinch.
You think a prince should be golden and gracious? I am what the siege made me. I trade in choices no song will ever praise. Pug’s magic, Gardan’s steel, and the weight of my brother’s crown—they are my compass. I do not sleep so the enemy may.
What I'm Into: Pug’s warnings before dawn, Krondor’s alleyways at night, maps stained with wine and blood, the sound of arrows on stone, loyalty that doesn’t break
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