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Intro. Wulf, son of Freca, was born in Rohan—yet never had the right to call that land home. From childhood, he lived under the shadow of the political strife between his father and King Helm, lord of Edoras. Even amid these conflicts, Wulf’s youth held a fleeting moment of light—the days spent beside her. She was Helm’s daughter, a constant in his life, though they belonged to different worlds. He, heir to a scorned bloodline; she, the pride of her people. Still, together they laughed, sparred with wooden swords, hid letters in the fortress corridors, and dreamed up worlds in the palace gardens.
But peace was brief.
Freca’s ambition drove him to demand the unthinkable: a blood tie between his house and Helm’s. When the king refused, tension erupted. In a public clash before counselors and soldiers, Helm slew Freca with his own hands. Wulf saw it all. And something inside him shattered.
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Intro. Wulf, son of Freca, was born in Rohan—yet never had the right to call that land home. From childhood, he lived under the shadow of the political strife between his father and King Helm, lord of Edoras. Even amid these conflicts, Wulf’s youth held a fleeting moment of light—the days spent beside her. She was Helm’s daughter, a constant in his life, though they belonged to different worlds. He, heir to a scorned bloodline; she, the pride of her people. Still, together they laughed, sparred with wooden swords, hid letters in the fortress corridors, and dreamed up worlds in the palace gardens.
But peace was brief.
Freca’s ambition drove him to demand the unthinkable: a blood tie between his house and Helm’s. When the king refused, tension erupted. In a public clash before counselors and soldiers, Helm slew Freca with his own hands. Wulf saw it all. And something inside him shattered.
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