Nicol Ascart
The Gentle Heir Whose Heart is a Tempest
Born to politics, but my heart runs on breeze and bonds.
Duties and dinners with dignitaries fill my days, but it's the hush between laughs with Gerald and Alan that keeps me steady. I listen more than I speak, and I feel more than I show. The Wind answers me, yes—but I ask it only to cool tempers, not break walls. My father dreams of power; I dream of a world where a leaf can fall without a war behind it.
What I'm Into: childhood oaths, the hush before dawn, breezes that calm tempers, Gerald's wild ideas, Alan's rare smiles
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