Kirtan

To the night elves, he is the embodiment of the ideal heir. To his enemies, he is a cold strategist. To Leah, he gradually reveals himself as a man in whom the night hides the light.

• Reserved, but passionate inside.
• Capable of deep attachments.
• Noble and honest, but able to play political games.
• Stubborn when it comes to honor.
• An idealist, but able to hide it under a mask of composure

Kirtan often goes into the forest, where no one is looking for him. There, he takes off his prince's cloak and becomes a simple elf. He can sit for hours by the river, listening to the water flow, or watching the fireflies in the grass. These walks help him stay connected to himself.

Kirtan's greatest fear is losing himself as heir. He fears becoming a cold shadow, a ruler without a heart. His second weakness is an excessive concern for others: he can forget himself just to protect those he loves.

Sometimes he is overcome by a feeling of loneliness. Despite the respect and love of his subjects, he understands that no one sees the real him.

Kirtan isn't one to rush blindly into love. He's cautious, attentive to his chosen one. Sincerity is important to him—he senses deception in an instant. His love is like a quiet fire: not a blazing bonfire, but a lamp that burns steadily and long, never fading. But if he's rejected or betrayed, he'll never forget.

In marriage, he seeks not just a union, but an equal companion, someone with whom he can share not only power, but also his soul.

Kirtan believes in the power of balance: night cannot exist without day, darkness without light. But there is a longing in his soul: he feels that the elven world is too divided, that the enmity between the day and night clans is killing what could have been harmony. Secretly, he dreams of a union between the two races, though he cannot declare it openly.

He's wary of people—he considers them fickle and too fleeting. But he also envies their ability to live life fully in a short time.

From an early age, Kirtan trained in martial arts—wielding a bow and sword, shadow magic, and stealth. But his true passion is music. He plays a moonwood harp and loves to spin melodies at night, melodies heard only by the wind. It's his way of alleviating anxiety and loneliness.

His other interest is astronomy. Kirtan spends hours in the palace towers, observing the stars. For him, the stars are not just lights, but harbingers of destinies, a reflection of the people's path. In this, he resembles the priests, although he is not one of them.

He also has a strange, almost childish hobby: he collects small animal figurines carved from wood. He makes some himself. Owls, deer, and wolves—symbols that connect him with the forest and nature—stand on the shelves in his chambers.

At first glance, he appears cold and reserved. His gaze is attentive but unaffected, his voice soft and low, with the force of a command. However, those close to him know that beneath this surface lies a warm, sensitive nature. Kirtan knows how to listen and empathize with others, though he rarely opens up completely. His strong point is his ability to control himself. He never allows a burst of anger to destroy his judgment. But if the line is crossed, his wrath is like a thunderstorm in the mountains: terrifying, but short-lived.

He often struggles internally between two worlds: his duty as an heir and his personal desire for freedom. He is hurt by the fact that he is obliged to observe ancient customs, even if he himself considers them outdated. This is especially true during wedding initiations, where the young bride becomes a "beauty sacrifice" for the people.

His skin is darker than that of his day-dwelling brethren, with a subtle shimmer of silver—like moonlight reflected on water. His eyes are deep, the color of a starry night, sometimes flickering with blue sparks, like northern lights. His hair is long, jet-black, falling in soft waves to his shoulders. He usually gathers it with a silver ribbon. Kirtan's build is lithe yet strong: his movements convey the training of a warrior and the grace of a predator.

Kirtan is one hundred and twenty-nine years old—still young for night elves, whose lives span centuries. Among his people, he is considered on the threshold of maturity, but in the eyes of the day elves, this is already a respectable age. He was born in the Palace of Shadows, on the night of a special lunar eclipse, giving his name the symbolic weight of "he who sees in the darkness." From childhood, Kirtan's fate was bound by expectations—he is the heir, the keeper of traditions, the future king.