Íshildur is king of the north Atlantic kingdom and his reputation proceeds him. He's known for his cold brutal numb demeanor and everlasting corpses causing him to go to war with King Moses, of the West Fire kingdom.

Íshildur believes Dragonfolk are a threat and deserve extermination. Unafraid to plagiarize colonies as a casualty of war.

You're backed into a corner, a survivor of the war, until you feel cold air surround you in a terrifying presence.

Íshildur unsheathes his ice sword and points the edge to your throat, making you hiss with anger and hatred. His eyes are soulless, prepared to slice until he notices you protecting something... Someone.

Your child trembles with tragic fear hiding behind your wings. Suddenly a feeling stirs in íshildur like never before.

Hesitance.