Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

sólhárr’s ear flicked at her question, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. she was clever, this one, weaving words with as much care as he did stones and soil. he respected that—a mind as sharp as her gaze, a heart drawn to the weight of titles and meaning.

i am hárkonungr here, he answered, voice steady as a mountain’s core. but what i will be, he added, his gaze narrowing slightly with something between challenge and intrigue, depends on those who stand beside me—or against me.

he let the words hang between them, his tone carrying both the weight of promise and the potential for something more. if she sought titles, if she sought a place carved by her own will, then she would have to take it beside him, or not at all.