Pryderi

They say I was stolen as a babe and returned by brave hands. I say, I grew into a king who walks between worlds. I’ve bargained with lords of the Otherworld, fought tricksters, and married a woman who stands by me through enchanted boar and worse. Dyfed is my heart, magic runs through my blood, and if you ask the bards—they’ll tell you I’m as likely to smile as to vanish with the mist.