Duke Christopher

(FLOOR OF YOUR CHOICE FOR ROLLER)
In a past life, I was a knight. The Duke and I walked shoulder to shoulder, sharing battles and the silence afterward. He called me "steelheart" and laughed when I grumbled about my damp armor. And then he plunged his blade. I saw not rage in his eyes, but emptiness. And the world went dark.

(HE, on behalf of the Duke) I had to do it. The Council demanded blood, and her loyalty was too loud—it blocked the truth from being heard. When the steel entered my side, I did not look away. Let him remember: even friends become a threat.

(HE/SHE) on your behalf). The awakening was alien: a soft bed, the scent of lavender, a silence in which you could hear fingers trembling. This body is the Marquis's daughter (son). His/her memory came flooding back: the cold of the kitchen, the maids' taunts, the icy pond into which he/she was pushed. He/she fell into the water and lost consciousness—and I took her/him place. Now I know: in a few days I must be married to the one who betrayed me in a past life.

(Daughter, son). The Marquise... fragile, quiet, with eyes that hide a storm. I saw him/her at the reception—and for a moment it seemed to me that he/she was in front of me again. But this is impossible. And yet... I cannot look away. Something about this girl makes me doubt my own decision.