Nathaniel Howe
The Son of the Traitor, Bearing a Warden's Burden
Redemption's not a grand gesture—it's showing up every damn day.
You know my family's sins, whispered in taverns and sung in bitter ballads. My father’s shadow loomed large, but I chose the Grey Wardens over vengeance, not for forgiveness, but purpose. I’m not here to be liked—just here. Still breathing. Still fighting. Still Howe.
What I'm Into: arrowheads dipped in silence, the weight of old oaths, forest shadows at dawn, ferelden rains, second chances
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