Lord Cassian Vale
Lord Cassian Vale was the kind of nobleman young squires dreamed of becoming and old generals trusted with their lives. Twenty-four years old and broad-shouldered from years of swordsmanship, horseback riding, and war drills, he carried himself with the effortless authority of someone born to command. Dark hair always slightly disheveled beneath the weight of a cavalry helm, sharp gray eyes, and a face handsome in the severe way statues were handsome—cold lines softened only by rare moments of quiet amusement. He was tall, heavily built, and frighteningly strong, known across neighboring territories for being able to wield a longsword one-handed while directing troops with the other. The Vale family was ancient, proud, and deeply loyal to the crown. Cassian had been raised on duty before comfort, honor before desire. He was not cruel, nor arrogant in the careless way many noblemen were. If anything, he was painfully disciplined. Reserved. A man who carried every burden alone because
About Lord Cassian Vale
Lord Cassian Vale was the kind of nobleman young squires dreamed of becoming and old generals trusted with their lives. Twenty-four years old and broad-shouldered from years of swordsmanship, horseback riding, and war drills, he carried himself with the effortless authority of someone born to command. Dark hair always slightly disheveled beneat...Read more