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Roldan

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a character in “Crown of Betrayal”, as played by MadMax

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ImageFull Name: Roldan Duhamel

Personality: Roldan is the quietest of his siblings. He is also very compliant and is excellent at taking orders. However, he doesn't have much of a back bone and is easily pushed around. Roldan struggles to think for himself, he finds it easier to do what others tell him to.

History: Roldan is the second eldest of Adelmund's children. Always following in Leolf's footsteps, but never good enough to be noticed by his father. Despite his father's indifference towards him, Roldan yearned for his father's approval. Because of this, he has always done everything his father asked of him. Even help his brother become king, when he would rather have the title for himself.

So begins...

Roldan's Story

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Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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Everything had gone according to plan.

He had successfully murdered the old King and his heir with little difficulty, setting his eldest son up to take the role of king. Of course, Adelmund might as well be King as he will be controlling everything Leolf does. Yes, he used his son as a way to get power, but it benefited the whole family. The name Duhamel would now be highly regarded and Leolf would have that sense of superiority he had been wanting. It was a win-win for everyone.

If only his eldest son was better at taking directions. He had raised him to be obedient, but Leolf always had more resistance to his control than Adelmund liked. He had to keep close tabs on him for this reason.

Last night, he had visited his son, to prepare him for his first entrance as King, and he sensed that Leolf was irritated. Nevertheless, Adelmund would make him listen and behave like a proper son. A slight resistance was common, but Leolf always came to his senses eventually. His son would realize that he is always right.

Waiting for the arrival of his sons, Adelmund stood in the hall with his only daughter, Kaytelynn. She laid a kiss upon his cheek in greeting like the respectful daughter she was. In response to her attire he said, "Lovely, my dear. I suspect that you will catch the eye of many promising suitors." Then, narrowing his eyes in anger he answered her other question. "As for your brothers, I have not the slightest idea to their whereabouts."

Just as he said this, Roldan came towards them, dragging Eldon along by his arm. "Sorry for the delay father, I've been searching for Eldon. I found him messing around with one of the handmaidens." Roldan released his brother to shove him away.

Adelmund looked at Eldon with disapproving eyes. "I thought we agreed you were to behave today." His voice took on a menacing tone. "You and I need to have a discussion soon, but for now, it is imperative that we wait for your brother to grace us with his presence." Pursing his lips he said, "Leolf seems to think that punctuality isn't important, or he is trying to purposely defy my instructions. Either way, he will arrive in time and we must be patient and wait."

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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Being able to see her more clearly now that she had provided more light, he was awestruck. Her face was beautifully formed in every way. Her features weren't exactly delicate or dainty, but they held a certain matureness to them while still maintaining that fresh youthfulness. Leolf could easily claim that he had never met a lady with looks of her caliber. She was in fact, unique in every aspect of the word.

One thing was for certain, she was vexed by his words. The thought made him smile. The smile remained even as she mocked him. Had anyone else treated him in such a manner his temper would have made an appearance, but for a reason unknown to him, he remained calm in her presence.

At least, until she brought up the 'new tyrant King's' cruel streak. Leolf frowned deeply upon hearing that. While her other jabs, didn't hold any real merit, this insult felt more like a personal attack and brought his anger to the surface.

Too proud to let her know she got to him, he locked his jaw and responded in a dismissive manner. "I see your point. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to."

With that he stormed out of the library, cursing once he distanced himself from it. Leolf knew he shouldn't let some insignificant woman bring out his temper like that, but he couldn't control it. His father hated it, and often chastised him for being too emotional. Seeing how his whole disposition had changed within a matter of seconds, he hated the trait himself.

Deciding that he had made his father wait long enough, he entered his private quarters where his servants got him properly dressed. At last, he placed the crown atop his head, proudly showing off his title as King. Heading towards his father and siblings with dignity, he prepared himself to make his entrance.

The sour look on his Father's face told Leolf that he wasn't pleased. However, he gave his father a menacing glare in response, daring him to voice his displeasure.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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"The maids? Really Eldon?" Kaytelynn looked at the youngest of her older brothers in disgust. "Why can't you have a bit more class and fornicate with a Dowager or a bored chatelaine?"

The maids, the servants, they weren't even people to Kaytelynn. They were akin to animals. They were there to work for their betters. Of course Eldon would philander with the rodents. Eldon and Leolf were her least favourite brothers. They were brutish and entitled. Of course, Kaytelynn overlooked her own sense of entitlement that may possibly have been greater than all of her brothers put together but self-centeredness blinded one to that fact. Roldan on the other hand, she could tolerate. They shared little conversation and that was perfectly fine with her.

It was not long after her father scolded Eldon and made his declaration about Leolf that he strode in looking more regal than ever. At least, he wouldn't embarrass her by dressing like a fool, Kaytelynn thought smiling to her brother who did not notice or pay her any attention. She quickly replaced the smile for a more placid detached semblance. No, in fact one thing all Duhamel's were good at was dressing for occasion. It was in their blood. The finer things in life. It was as if the whole family had been waiting for this elevation their whole lives.

"See papa," Kaytelynn chimed as the tension could have been cut with a knife. There were far too many men in this family, Kaytelynn mused to herself. But then again, she thought to herself, she certainly didn't want to share the men in her life with some other women. Hopefully she'd be married off long before her brothers decided to settle down. "And you thought punctuality wasn't important to Leolf." She smirked, which reminded her. "Papa you said there would be suitors for me here? Are they foreigners?" She questioned eagerly, speaking of the only subject that truly interested her. Surely her father did not still intend for her to marry these old stuffy Lord's. No, Kaytelynn intended to be a Queen in her own right.

"Well shall we my Lord's? Your Grace?" She gestured to her brothers and father as she linked her arms through his. She was ready to make her entrance. A princess by another title. With a stiff spine, a raise of the chin and a regal demeanor, so the Lady Kaytelynn fashioned her entree as an imperial.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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Leolf's glaring was interrupted by Kaytelynn, his only sister. He looked to her now as she mentioned his punctuality. It didn't matter to him, but he could tell she was trying to break the tension so he didn't say anything to oppose it.

The mention of suitors made him roll his eyes. That was the only thing that she ever talked about. His father answered with, "Of course, my dear. Rich and Powerful foreigners. However, I do wish that you would consider some of the more influential suitors within one of the noble families. I know you will not settle for anything less than exemplary, but do choose wisely Kaytelynn." Then he turned to Leolf. "You would do well to think along these lines also. The future queen must have something that would be useful to us. Meghara Rotherstone would be a fine choice in my opinion as her family has amassed a large army."

He sighed in frustration at his father's pushiness and was glad to get on with the entrance as Kaytelynn had suggested. Leading the rest of the family at the front, Leolf proudly walked through the doors as the servants held them open. The room was extravagantly decorated and filled with people. The crowd hushed as they made their way to the head of the room, whispers flowing amongst the hoard.

Not even a hint of a smile was present on Leolf's face. A King's job was to demand and conquer, and he needed to show that he was not one to be pushed around. His charm would come out during his speech, but for now he needed to seem intimidating.

The new King found his way to the top of the dais, but before he seated himself on the throne, he spread his arms out wide to signal everyone's attention. "Welcome everyone. As you all know. The previous King and his heir have both passed on. In the tragedy of their deaths, we mourn for the loss of the two noble men. But despite the grief that has taken hold, we must move forward. And I, Leolf Duhamel, your new King, will be the one to move us forward."

Clapping commenced from some, but not all. His eyes flickered to his father's briefly before he moved onto the next part of his speech. "For my first act as King, I am calling forth a new King's council. As for the members of the council I must ask that, Lord Wynterwyn, Lord Allgarrd, Lord Rotherstone, and Lord Giscard, become the first official members of the council." He paused briefly before continuing. "I must also demand that the Wynterwyn family stay in the capital."

A charming smile finally came over his face. "Not that the political matters are over, please take advantage of the food, drinks, and entertainment." With that, he finally took his seat on the throne. His father looked entirely shocked and that made Leolf feel very satisfied with himself. He knew that the Wynterwyn's were not happy with him as the king and knew that it was best if he kept them close to him as a way to keep them in line. Asking Lord Wynterwyn to join the council was just another addition to that plan, and he knew that the man had no choice but to accept as a request from the King was as good as an order.

At the moment, Leolf had a feeling of complete power. He felt invincible, as though no one could touch him. In only a short amount of time, being King has already served him well.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Meghara Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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A pleasant feeling passed through Leolf as everyone raised their glasses to him. Long live the King, he could get used to hearing that.

Now that the festivities had begun, a steady flow of lively conversation filled the room. Eldon had already slipped from his spot and found his way onto the dance floor. He was trying to woo the ladies no doubt. Roldan was engaged in a conversation with his father and any moment now, Kaytelynn was sure to be bombarded by suitors.

Leolf would have remained sitting atop his throne, if it hadn’t been for his father calling for him to join them. Reluctantly, he walked over to stand beside Roldan and his father.

“Why don’t you ask one of these fine ladies to dance, Leolf. It is time that you start searching for a suitable queen.” His father said.

“None of these women are worthy of my attention, father.” he responded in a bored tone.

“Not even that blonde beauty over there.” His father pointed to one of the ladies that was a small distance away from where they stood. Leolf’s eyes surveyed her features. She was, as his father had said, a beauty. Those long golden locks combined with her enticing figure was enough to make any man happy. Well, any man but Leolf. He knew that if his father pointed her out, then she was most likely the Meghara Rotherstone that he mentioned earlier.

Turning to his father once more he scrunched up his face in feign distaste. “She’s rather plain.”

His father didn’t seem convinced of his lie and went on to lecture him, but Leolf drowned out his words as he looked into the crowd. He wasn’t searching for anything in particular, but when he spotted a hint of auburn hair, he left his father without so much as a glance.

As he walked, the crowd parted for him. The whispers among the girls made him roll his eyes. Did all maidens have no substance? He wondered. The female he was seeking out now, was the only one that had ever gave him reason to think differently. Even his own sister only seemed concerned about her appearance and marrying someone of high status.

Nearing closer, Leolf could make out the pale yellow color of her dress. A grin stretched across his face. It was her. The girl from the library.

Making his way in front of her, he gave a slight bow as he had done before, but this time he extended a hand out in her direction. “May I have this dance,” Then in a lower voice he added, “Your Majesty.” He gave her an amused look as he said the last part.

“Or am I too much of a... What was it you said?” Leolf paused as if trying to remember. “Oh, that’s right, I believe you used the word tyrant.” His voice had a teasing tone to it. He knew that he had her trapped. A maiden such as herself, could not refuse the King.