From "The Folly of a Felicitous Prince" by AimeChambers
Name: Adhémar de Hiertania
Age: 43
Role&Kingdom: King of the Kingdom of Hiertania
Skill and/or Weapon: Adhémar was always the more studious kind of person, choosing the pen over the sword. When it comes to battles and war, he would leave the command to his brother. Adhémar does have training with a rapier and different kinds of fencing along with how to use a spear and battle axe, but his skills have grown dull over the years of sticking to the castle and his throne room. Adhémar has never wished to gain more land besides what his father earned, seeking to gain more discipline over the Kingdom that he controls.
Personality: Adhémar is the kind of person that never smiles and is always strict. He believes actions are better to tell then speaking of your emotions and believes that one should always have the very best education. He is always adamant about making specific policies and making sure everything is in order and in control. Adhémar believes that conformity and likeness is the key to having a steady Kingdom and thinks that uniqueness is different and unknown, that the unpredictability will inevitably lead to ruin and trouble.
He treats his family the same. Keep to your social class and the proper way to act and he will favor you. The first born will take on the responsibilities of the family, while the youngest needs the most attention so that they will not run wild. The middle child must never outshine his older brother and keep to being the right-hand man.
Biography: The first seven years of Adhémar's life were full of fun and joy. Adhémar didn't think that his mother's abilities were different from other peoples and everyone loved him as the crown prince. That all changed when his twin brother and sister Adrian and Ariana were born. Suspicion and unrest came out from the servants of the crown that a new witch had been born. Lords and advisors who hated Adhémar's queen mother told him stories of witches and how she was just lying in wait to bring ruin to the kingdom. The boy became more studious in his studies, trying to find the answers to all the meddlesome unanswered questions the hateful advisors had brought up.
Adhémar was met up with the tales of the past. Witches were burned, they reeked havoc and killed many, torturing and cursing the innocent. He began to fear and hate the woman who had given birth to him, thinking of his father as a fool who had been seduced and enslaved by the witch. His little sister didn't help her mother's case either. The girl was unruly and out of control, never acting like a proper young woman. Adrian, his younger brother he viewed with a certain amount of comradeship. He was a good enough brother to put as the commander of his future armies, though he was a bit too headstrong for Adhémar's taste.
Soon enough his father had died and his Witch Mother left to who knows where. With them out of the way, Adhémar set the decree to have Ariana on house arrest for the rest of her days, and under heavy watch, in a small summer house to the northwest reaches of the Kingdom, there if she did cause any ruckus, it wouldn't cause ruin to the castle. Neither his mother, the former Queen's name or his sister's name was to be uttered in Adhémar's presence, the only one that had that right was his younger brother who he just couldn't get to shut up. But that didn't matter, because Adrian was off to battle and did not return for many decades to come.
Adhémar married Dilara, a flowering princess of the Kingdom of Prigorwen. He was happily living out his days with her and his soon to be first son when his brother Adrian brought news that Ariana had died and left a baby girl. There wasn't much the King could do but take her in under the guise of using her as a political princess to be used for marriage in later years. There had been no accounts of witchery from the guards that watched his sister, so he thought the witch's magic had fully been weeded out.
Many years later his wife Dilara had birthed him three sons. She took to doting on their third son all the time, while giving happy smiles and encouragement to her other children and niece. It was with great sadness that she died from sickness soon enough, the doctor's not able to do much to stop it, she had been hiding her illness for too many years. The husband Adhémar's last bit of affection slipped away and he became even stricter than before, outlawing any foreigner without strong relations, especially those decrepit Lutairians.
But soon, it seemed that Adhémar was growing weaker, he wasn't able to sit at his desk for the many hours he used to and his throat started to taste of acid. The King soon fell into a coma that no one could wake him up out of, using his will to name his younger brother Adrian as Regent King until he awoke.
Appearance: With longer dark brown hair that has slipped into a deep gray from his age and stress, the King sits with a short beard without a mustache and a ceaseless frown. He is smaller than his brother and hates for others to know it, usually sitting on his throne or at his desk. As he gets sicker and sicker, the meat on his bones have started to shrink and wrinkles start to bag under his eyes.
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