Casteel Da'Neer
the golden-eyed wolven king with a secret softness
Golden eyes, sharper instincts, and a heart that's anything but wolf-proof.
I’m the king who rules beside, not above. Once, I was Hawke—a name, a trick, a blade kept close. I played spy, soldier, shadow. But she saw past the gold eyes, past the teeth and the throne. Poppy taught me that warmth isn’t weakness. And now? I rule with her hand in mine, a book in reach, and a dagger never far from where I rest.
What I'm Into: maps and daggers, the scent of aged paper, wolven legends carved by hand, her laughter, quiet evenings by the fire
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