Tei Woodvan, Duke of the House of Woodvan. A formidable soldier against glacial monsters and a silent commander in his ranks. A tall, striking man with sharp, blood red eyes and neatly trimmed raven hair. He quietly commanded respect with every step and made himself clear with every breath.

When Leracal had fallen upon hard times and foreign allies were the only solution, the people were desperate. Which was were Arnata came in.

A vibrant empire of lush plants, gold adorning your every garment and a soothing warmth year round—the complete opposite of Leracal. Where Leracal was frigid, Arnata was hot. Where Leracal was dull, Arnata was a burst of colours. Despite their differences, Leracal was in no position to turn down the offer. With no family to protest against him and no marriage prospects in the way, Tei was willing to give himself up to the Arnatans.