The Seeds of Rebellion

The sun hung in the sky, bathing the sprawling estate in a golden hue that seemed almost too serene for the dark ploys brewing within.

Duke Herald's estate, nestled in the fertile lands of the Ebonriver Province, sprawled across the southern reaches of the Bloodbane Empire.

The territory, known for its massive fields and winding rivers that stood as a symbol of wealth and prosperity—yet within its polished walls, rebellion brewed like a storm on the horizon.

In the heart of the study, Jareth sat.

His fiery red hair, streaked with silver at the temples, fell in uneven waves to his shoulders, framing a face carved by hardship and time.

His sharp, angular jawline was offset by a faint scar that ran from his left cheekbone to the corner of his mouth... a relic from a skirmish long since faded into obscurity.

His piercing orange eyes, glinted with an intensity that could freeze even the boldest of men.