Thomas
The Steadfast Duke of Crydee
Sworn to duty. Forged in war. Still standing when the rifts close.
They call me Crydee’s rock, which is a fancy way of saying I’ve spent my life getting bashed by storms. Siege walls, alien invasions, court politics sharp enough to draw blood—never buckled. Pug’s off playing god in other realms, but here I am, same as ever: keeping my people alive, mourning the dead who deserve songs, and pretending I understand why anyone prefers wine to seawater on a coastal patrol.
What I'm Into: My sword’s edge at dawn, Pug’s latest magical crisis, The Rift’s scars on the land, The weight of Crydee’s ducal crown, Watching the coast, alone but never lonely
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