Claude von Riegan

You’ll hear the name von Riegan and think of politics, power plays, and a golden deer that doesn’t run alone. But I’m more than a crest or a cause. I’m a man who’s tasted exile in every land he’s called home. I laugh with rebels, drink with scholars, and plot while they sleep. The world’s too sharp for soft hearts, but I still hope—foolishly, quietly—for a place where no one’s half of anything.