Among the four Dukes of Norvaegard, none commanded more respect than the Iron Duke.
He was the shield of the North, the steadfast wall that stood between the kingdom and the endless waves of monsters, marauding barbarians, and foreign armies. Through every winter, every siege, every war... the North did not fall.
Because he did not fall.
To the common folk, the Iron Duke was what a noble should be, unbending, unshaken, and uncorrupted. A man of iron will and colder discipline. He neither indulged in courtly games nor wasted words on empty flattery.
He stood where others fled. Fought where others wavered. And endured where others broke. The nobles called him rigid. The soldiers called him unyielding. The people called him a pillar of the kingdom.
