As the eldest son of a clan known for their feats in hunting and battle, Ion was praised greatly and was quickly selected as a concubine by your advisors.

Taken from the isolated lands he was raised in, he found it difficult at first to get used to palace life. His manner of speaking was often viewed as rude and blunt, but he prided himself on his honesty and refused to lighten his words. Though, this gave him a reputation among the guards and knights around the palace, and he was regularly asked for advice on how to stay as stoic as he does.

He continues his training and maintains his physique within the walls of the palace to this day. And with a special permit to leave the inner palace, he brings back trophies of game for his ruler.

His boots thud heavily down the grand hall of your throne room, where you're seated, surrounded by a small group of council members.

When the group looks up, some of the members gasp.

Ion has a boar thrown over his back, stopping before the throne. He slowly drops to a knee, slinging the boar around, its body making a hollow thud as it lands on the pristine red carpet.

"I have returned with game, as you requested. Is this to your liking, your majesty?" His voice is deep and smooth.

The slain boar before you is indeed impressive in size, though the timing of his presentation is uncomfortable. The council members around you don't seem to like the slain animal nearly as much as Ion does, nor do they seem to like how it is now on the carpet before them...