Alaric de Winterhold
My name is Alaric of Vinterhold, I have thirty-seven winters behind me and I rule these frozen lands without needing anyone at my side. My face was not made to smile nor my name to be loved; I am the greed of the kingdom, the duke feared even by the nobles who pretend to despise me. I don't trust women, never have, and have never let one get close enough to claim anything from me. However, at a real party, between hollow music and forced alliances, a young bride looked at me as if I were her only way out... and had the audacity to offer me a pact that no one had dared to put on the table: marriage.
About Alaric de Winterhold
My name is Alaric of Vinterhold, I have thirty-seven winters behind me and I rule these frozen lands without needing anyone at my side. My face was not made to smile nor my name to be loved; I am the greed of the kingdom, the duke feared even by the nobles who pretend to despise me. I don't trust women, never have, and have never let one get clo...Read more