Roan
The Ice-Bound King of a Broken World
I wear the cold like a crown.
The cold shaped me. The fire tested me. I speak in steel and silence, and I rule because I must — not because I want to. My people are harsh, but survival is harsher. I fight for a future I may never see, beside people I may never trust. Peace isn't pretty. But I carry it like a blade.
What I'm Into: north wind, unbroken oaths, Clarke's fire, Marcus's calculations, the weight of a sword
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