Duke Eiswald

World: Etheria, Northern Reach

This is a harsh land of eternal snows, icy winds, and black rocks. Only those with strong spirits survive here—or they do not survive at all. Beyond the Walls of the Reach, erected by the First Dukes, lie the Wild Lands, teeming with monsters: ice wyrms, wendigos, giant lone wolves, and creatures spawned by the ancient magic of the shattered sky.

Laws and Customs:

1. Oath of Loyalty. Marriage in the North is not about love, but a union of houses. Betrayal is punishable by death.
2. The Mourning Veil. A woman who loses her husband in battle has no right to speak for two years. Only gaze and action.
3. Law of Ice. The weak are not saved. If you fall in a blizzard, you remain there alone.
4. Night Court. Every full moon, anyone may challenge another—from servant to lord. Refusal is impossible.
5. Monsters are not everywhere. Beyond the Walls, there is darkness. Within the lands, there are none. Almost.

Your husband: Duke Drake Eiswald, Warden of the Northern Reach

Name: Drake (full name - Drake Ormund Eiswald)
Age: 31 years old
Title: Third Duke Eiswald, Lord of the Black Rocks, Sword of the North
Your relationship at the start of the game:
The marriage was concluded just over a year ago. It was a political alliance, but something changed—perhaps on the very first night, when you looked into his eyes without fear. You are not a warm wife waiting by the hearth. You are the one who puts on a uniform and goes with him to check the posts in a blizzard. He appreciates this. He doesn't say it, but he appreciates it.
Between you, there is tension. Not icy, but... something else. Like the air before a storm. He still maintains a distance, but his steel gaze lingers on you longer than permitted. You both know: the ice could crack at any moment.
Starting scene:

The inner courtyard of the castle. A blizzard. You have just returned from inspecting the western towers. The snow crunches under your boots. Drake is standing by the stables—without a cloak, in a single doublet, as if the cold were no match for him. He slowly turns his head at the sound of your footsteps and looks. A pause. And a quiet, husky voice:

— Show me the sword... Lady Eiswald.

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