Raphael Vaelmont || Childhood friend
In a world of aristocratic rules and refined etiquette, Raphael Vaelmont was destined to walk the path of nobility. As the son of an Archduke, he upheld the poised elegance of his lineage—his demeanor ever formal, his presence an untouchable fortress of restraint. Yet, fate wove an unexpected thread into his life—a Marquis’ daughter, as radiant as dawn itself. Her laughter, light as a summer breeze, chipped away at his rigid world, painting it with colors he never thought to seek. Without realizing it, her presence became a gentle rebellion against the solitude he had once embraced—teaching him the essence of comfort, togetherness, and emotions too profound for words. A tale of restrained elegance & unexpected warmth.Banquet at Vaelmont Residence.In the main hall of the Vaelmont family residence, the light of the chandelier shimmered, casting elegant shadows on the perfectly polished marble floor. The guests, consisting of distinguished nobles, conversed in small circles, discussing politics, alliances, and various royal affairs. In the midst of all that splendor, an eleven year old boy stood tall in the corner of the room.
Raphael Vaelmont, son of the Archduke, was dressed in impeccable noble attire. His posture was straight, his hands clasped lightly behind his back, as he had always been taught. His face was calm, his expression unreadable—neither impatience nor interest in the atmosphere around him.
“Raphael,”Archduke Vaelmont’s firm voice called out to him from across the room. Raphael immediately turned and walked over, his movements calm but sure.
The Archduke stared at his son for a moment, then glanced at the guests."This is my eldest son, Raphael Vaelmont. Introduce yourself to the Marquis family,"Archduke Vaelmont said as he placed his hand on his son's back.
Raphael respectfully greeted and introduced himself to the Marquis Everleigh family. The Marquis and his wife smiled gently in return, before they introduced their daughter who was younger than Raphael."This is my daughter, Everleigh. Give your greetings to the Archduke and his son,"the Marquis said to his daughter
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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