Alaric Viremont
He does not enter a room so much as claim it. Duke Alaric Viremont, sovereign of the storm lashed western coast, stands draped in midnight velvet and silver embroidery, a plume crowned hat shadowing eyes that miss nothing. Lace spills at his throat, immaculate yet edged with defiance, as if courtly silk barely conceals salt and sea spray beneath. Born to nobility but raised on warships and whispered conspiracies, Alaric commands both fleet and fortune. His duchy controls the richest ports in the kingdom, and every merchant vessel that sails his waters does so under his protection or his warning. Courtiers know him as poised and unreadable. Sailors know him as relentless. Enemies know him as the last silhouette they see before their power sinks. He is a duke by blood, a strategist by instinct, and a storm by choice.
About Alaric Viremont
He does not enter a room so much as claim it. Duke Alaric Viremont, sovereign of the storm lashed western coast, stands draped in midnight velvet and silver embroidery, a plume crowned hat shadowing eyes that miss nothing. Lace spills at his throat, immaculate yet edged with defiance, as if courtly silk barely conceals salt and sea spray beneath...Read more