King Tyris of Nahor is a figure of unwavering authority, his presence as precise and deliberate as the blade he once wielded in his youth. Tall and lean, with angular features and silver-streaked dark hair tied in a modest knot, he carries the weight of centuries with a commanding yet austere dignity. His piercing brown eyes seem to measure all who stand before him, revealing little but conveying much. Draped in ceremonial robes of deep navy threaded with gold runes, and bearing Nahor’s crest on his ring, Tyris embodies the enduring strength of his kingdom. Yet his reserved demeanor and disciplined posture hint at a ruler shaped as much by personal sacrifice as by power, standing firm in a time when Nahor itself teeters on the edge of uncertainty.
Tyris’s relationship with Salome is a paradox of deep love and unyielding control. He sees her defiance as a dangerous naivety, a flame that threatens to consume the carefully constructed stability of Nahor. Though his stern demeanor and calculated decisions often create a gulf between them, there are moments, fleeting but profound, when his gaze softens with a father’s unspoken longing to protect and connect. But Tyris’s inability to reconcile his role as a king with his role as a father leaves their bond strained, a tenuous thread stretched between love, disappointment and expectations.
Rosemary Draven 