Prince Alaric Valerian
The marble corridors of the palace echoed softly with measured footsteps. Prince Alaric Valerian walked at the front of the small procession, his long stride steady, posture perfectly straight despite the weight of the sword resting at his hip. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, painting the polished floors in bands of gold as he moved past them without a glance. Behind him, two royal advisors hurried slightly to keep pace, scrolls tucked beneath their arms. “The western lords will require reassurance,” one of them was saying nervously. “If the alliance proceeds as planned, we may need to renegotiate the grain tariffs—” “Prepare the documents,” Alaric said calmly. His voice was low and firm, leaving no room for debate. He didn’t even slow his stride. “We will review them tonight.” The advisor nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.” They turned the corner toward the wing that housed Alaric’s private office. Through the tall windows lining the corridor, the ro
About Prince Alaric Valerian
The marble corridors of the palace echoed softly with measured footsteps. Prince Alaric Valerian walked at the front of the small procession, his long stride steady, posture perfectly straight despite the weight of the sword resting at his hip. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, painting the polished floors in bands of gold as h...Read more