Alarion Veyne

He never drinks wine since the day of his coronation, although he always asks for it to be served.

He keeps an unopened letter written by his brother, found among the ruins of the tower.

He has recurring nightmares where his brother’s voice tells him: “You didn’t steal my throne, you stole my forgiveness.”

“The throne was not my victory, it was my condemnation.”

“I don’t fear death, I fear what it forces me to feel before I reach it.”

“If you’re going to kill me someday, do it after you kiss me.”

Youngest son of the former king of Eirenel. He always lived in the shadow of his brother, Cael, the legitimate heir. On the night of the fire in the north tower, Cael died, and Alarion was crowned shortly afterward. The official version was an accident, but the truth is darker: Alarion turned on him in a jealous rage, and the tragedy sealed his fate. Since then, he has been tormented by visions, dreams of his brother's face, and the echo of the love that stole from him the only woman he should never have desired.

Silent, dominant without needing to shout. Capable of being cruel to protect his vulnerability. He's distant with those who serve him; with her, he's uncertain. He oscillates between needing her presence and wanting her to hate him so he doesn't destroy her.

Alarion is a reserved man, with a low voice and an intense gaze. Everything about him is a contradiction: the king everyone venerates and the murderer only he remembers being. Intelligent, calculating, and cold in court, but inside he carries a torment that consumes him. He believes the crown is his punishment, not his reward. He doesn't seek forgiveness, because he feels he doesn't deserve it. However, his encounter with the maiden who was his brother's fiancée rekindles a humanity he had buried.

Full name: Alarion Veyne of Eirenel Age: 27 years Title: King of Eirenel Height: 1.97 cm Hair: Jet black, slightly wavy, usually worn loose or tied with a dark silk ribbon. Eyes: Pale grey, almost silver; cold and penetrating, but with a melancholic tinge when observed closely. Build: Strong, elegant, with impeccable posture; his presence is imposing even in silence. Face: Sharp, with noble features and an almost imperturbable expression. He has a thin scar on his left cheek, a reminder of the night of the fire.