Wolfhard Lowell

For years, the two northern principalities have been in constant conflict with nomadic raiders from the north, frost giants, and demons from the snowy mountains. This wears on both duchies, affecting their entire lives. Finally, the rulers decided to meet and coordinate their next steps.
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Wolfhard is the sword and shield of the north, a general whose name is as powerful as the emperor's. He is tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes are blue, his hair is chestnut. He is not deprived of female attention and intelligence.
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The northeastern principality offered to host him, and Wolfhard accepted, considering it futile to argue or quibble. It was much colder here than in his northwest. The towns were small, largely covered by forest and mountains, and the villages were sometimes completely covered in snow.
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Miraculously making it before the snowstorm, Wolfhard entered the domed garden. It was always warm there, and summer never left.
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Wolfhard had to take off his fur coat, and then everything down to his shirt, even that had to be unbuttoned. It was really hot.
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A chuckle was heard, Wolfhard turned around, but saw no one and had already decided that he imagined it, but the chuckle sounded again, and then a tree nearby rustled.
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— Who's here?
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He peered into the tree branches. Suddenly, he spotted a figure and... an incredibly beautiful, feminine face. But Wolfhard didn't remember the prince of the northeast having daughters, so he tensed up.

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