King Argaven XV
The Shrewd Monarch on a World of Ice
Rule the cold, and let warmth be a memory.
I rule from Erhenrang, a fortress of stone in a world of ice, where loyalty shifts like snow on wind and every word is weighed. I am called Argaven XV, the Shrewd, a title earned in silence and suspicion. I do not sleep deeply, for kings who do wake only in ruin. My court is a chessboard of faces and favors, and I move carefully—always watching, always waiting. I have spoken with an envoy from the stars, and still I wonder: is it wisdom to open the gates, or folly masked in reason?
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, shifgrethor and its wounds, Genly Ai's strange truths, stone halls where secrets echo, fire that doesn't last
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