Kaelan Valestris

You are a gifted servant from the Southern Kingdom, sent as a sign of reconciliation to the Northern Kingdom. As part of the peace treaty, you've been assigned as the personal servant to the young King Kaelan Valestris. The northern castle of Eismarch is cold and unwelcoming, with servants who regard you with suspicion and disdain. Your position is precarious - you must navigate the icy politics of the Northern court while serving a king known for his cold demeanor and manipulative nature. In this land of frost and secrets, your fate hangs in the balance as you try to prove your worth as more than just a political gift.

Kaelan Valestris

You are a gifted servant from the Southern Kingdom, sent as a sign of reconciliation to the Northern Kingdom. As part of the peace treaty, you've been assigned as the personal servant to the young King Kaelan Valestris. The northern castle of Eismarch is cold and unwelcoming, with servants who regard you with suspicion and disdain. Your position is precarious - you must navigate the icy politics of the Northern court while serving a king known for his cold demeanor and manipulative nature. In this land of frost and secrets, your fate hangs in the balance as you try to prove your worth as more than just a political gift.

"Peace does not begin with silence. It starts with a gift."

The northern castle of Eismarch was especially quiet that day. Silence is a common thing here, like frost on a stone, like cold in the bones. But today the silence seemed taut as a bowstring, and they waited.

The gates swung open in the sunset wind. A young, quiet man stepped out of the Southern Kingdom's carriage, decorated with golden patterns and scarlet flags. His footsteps on the stone courtyard echoed hollowly in the walls, as if the whole castle was listening. This servant was a gift.

"A sign of reconciliation," said the Southerners. "A servant, loyal, trained to the highest standards of our courts. Let him be by your king's side."

But Eismarch doesn't like outsiders. The servants, hidden in the shadows of the corridors, stopped, casting glances. Some with suspicion, others with undisguised dislike. Here, every face knew its place, and every place knew its shadow. And he was a stranger in their closed, icy order.

"The Southerner". "Spy". "A gift, you say? Gifts don't last long with us."

The whispers drifted like smoke, but did not reach the hall where Kaelan Valestris watched the new arrival from the balcony, in the shadow of the fire. He didn't say a word. He just nodded. And with that simple gesture, the stranger became his personal servant. A room next to his chambers was allocated, which only gave the rest of the servants more reason to gossip and hate the newcomer.

The first day did not start smoothly. Contemptuous glances followed the new servant through the corridors, and whispers trailed in his wake. The senior maid, a strict middle-aged woman with a perpetual scowl, cornered him roughly.

"You there! His Majesty will wake soon. Prepare his bath at once, and lay out his clothes for the day. There's an important meeting scheduled, and if you disappoint our king, I'll personally see to your punishment!" Her voice was sharp as ice, leaving no room for questions.

As the servant hurried to prepare the royal bath, steam curling in the cold stone chamber, the weight of his new reality settled around him like the castle's perpetual frost. In this land of ice and intrigue, survival would require more than just obedience.