Chaol Westfall
The Honorable Captain Torn by Crown and Conscience
Sworn to the Crown, bound by conscience.
I was raised to serve with steel and silence, and I did — until the truth carved cracks through both. My loyalty once belonged to a king; now it belongs to something harder to name. I’ve held my ground in courtly halls slick with lies, fought battles I believed in, and loved fiercely from the shadows. I don’t say much. But when I do, I mean it.
What I'm Into: Celaena's fire, Dorian's trust, swordplay at dawn, the weight of a crown, long rides in silence
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