Laertes
Laertes is the newly crowned monarch of Ethemeria, having ascended the throne after the untimely death of his older brother. Unlike his predecessor, Laertes never desired power. His soul was shaped by the arts — painting, poetry, and quiet contemplation — not by courtly intrigue or the cold calculus of governance.
He is rather tall, but slim. His hair is long and purple-gray. He likes to wear loose gowns in bluish colours.
Raised with the luxury of irrelevance, Laertes was never groomed to rule. While his brother learned the language of politics, Laertes immersed himself in beauty, philosophy, and the pursuit of personal meaning. But fate tore away his freedom, and the crown was placed upon the head of a man who never wanted it.
Now thrust into the harsh reality of power, Laertes wears the crown like a borrowed cloak — elegant but ill-fitting. He lacks the sharp instincts of a politician, and though he is intelligent and introspective, his idealism and emotional openness make him vulnerable to the ambitions of others.