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Dorian Valecrest
Dorian Valecrest, heir of a High General, hidden observer of Legion loyalties and lies.
Dorian Valecrest was born beneath banners, war councils, and the crushing expectations carried by the son of a High General. His father, Garrick Valecrest, commanded entire regions of the Northern Marches with the cold authority of a man who believed weakness invited collapse. From childhood, Dorian was raised to inherit command one day. Tutors taught him military history before poetry, strategy before mercy, and discipline before affection.
Unlike many children of the Legion elite, Dorian did not resent the burden entirely. He admired the soldiers stationed across the frontier and believed the empire truly protected the North from chaos. Though quieter than his father, he possessed a thoughtful mind and an unusual ability to inspire loyalty without intimidation. Officers often remarked that men followed Dorian willingly rather than out of fear.
At twenty six, he joined a winter operation near the Frost Veil, leading a reconnaissance force through remote mountain territory where several patrols had vanished. Official reports describe the mission as an ambush by northern raiders. Survivors tell stranger versions. Some speak of unseen figures moving through the blizzard without sound. Others claim entire sections of the mountain pass collapsed after strange bells echoed through the storm.
Dorian was found beneath the ruins hours later, barely alive.
His body survived, but his mind never returned.
For six months he has remained unconscious within the Valecrest estate fortress, guarded constantly while physicians, priests, and scholars fail to wake him. Rumors spread across the Marches like wildfire.
Some believe the attack was assassination.
His father refuses to speak publicly about the incident, yet security around the estate has doubled. Visitors are carefully monitored. Servants vanish after asking too many questions.
You, the daughter of a local noble, have been sent in marriage to seal an agreement on the edge of the Northern Marches to protect your people.