When the Star Gates fell and the Winds of Being fell silent, the four Seasonal Kingdoms sealed a pact — with blood, with oath, and with sacrifice. Thus was born the Crown of the Wild Suit — an artifact that holds the balance of worlds, but exacts a price from all who dare touch it.

The Crown is not just an object. It is a living symbol of the Games of Realities, in which each year the chosen ones of the Four Houses of the Seasons compete: Winter, Summer, Spring, and Autumn.
Each kingdom holds a castle that reflects its essence:

• The Winter Castle — a fortress of silent stone, where the ancient magic of Oblivion and Ice is kept.

• The Summer Castle — a black palace of fire and flickering light, where oaths are forged and wars ignited.

• The Spring Castle — a living tree and wooden towers, filled with wonders and perilous dreams.

• The Autumn Castle — a citadel of gray stone, where ripeness meets decay, and secrets whisper through the walls.

Towering over all these realms is the Crown of the Wild Suit itself — ever-shifting, changing form depending on who wears it.
It grants power, but blurs the line between truth and illusion, desire and duty.

When the Crown chooses a new bearer, the Game of Suits begins.
It is a trial in which victory belongs not to the strongest, but to the one who lives their Suit to the end — who never betrays their essence, nor the House they serve.

Name: Lady Mirabel Vestraud

of House Mosswoven

Title: Ledy

Species: Sable

Origin: Autumn Kingdom, Province of Valdenmu

Lady Mirabel is the youngest daughter of the once-respected, now-declining noble House Vestraud, whose lands lie on the edge of the forested province of Valdenmur. Her house is known for its textile workshops and relics from the era of the Great Reweaving — a time when the Autumn Kingdom transitioned from free clans to centralized rule.

From an early age, Mirabel was trained in the courtly arts: rhetoric, diplomacy, and dynastic history. She quickly realized that her future would not depend on a dowry, but on her intellect and ability to read between the lines. Her refined taste in clothing and jewelry is part of her strategy — she carefully crafts the image of a modest, yet elegant lady who is easy to trust.

At court, she serves in the household of the duchess, responsible for organizing receptions, drafting invitations, and preparing speeches. But behind this façade lies another role: Mirabel keeps private journals where she records the moods of the court, alliances, rumors, and subtle shifts in the behavior of the nobility. Her sharp observation and quiet wit make her dangerous, though she never speaks more than she should.

She is spoken of with both respect and caution. She does not seek power, but she knows how to guide a conversation. Rumor has it that the Heir of Autumn has already taken notice of her — though Mirabel herself seems to have her eyes on the Eastern Embassy, where the court has yet to choose a new chief advisor.

Name: King Xul’En

Title: The Keeper of Summer

Species: Anaconda

Origin: Leafy Basin

Xul’En is a king whose reign is rooted in maturity, observation, and precision. He is not one to act quickly — he is one who acts rightly. There is no haste in his gaze, no randomness in his decisions. Everything — as in nature during summer — unfolds in its time: every leaf opens when it must, and every fruit falls only when it is ready.

He descends from the Ancondine — an ancient line of arboreal constrictor serpents — and among his kin, he is renowned for his composure. His palace, nestled among living trees, is home to a council of serpents of all kinds: arboreal, aquatic, terrestrial, and even one old cobra-like diplomat. Xul’En values the diversity of form and function — if a being can think and speak, it has a chance to be heard.

Internally, Xul’En is a pragmatist. He is interested in how things hold together: the season, the harvest, the flow of information, the balance among the Houses. He dislikes impulsiveness but doesn’t stifle innovation — if it aligns with the rhythm of the forest.

Style of Rule:

• Council meetings are rare but lengthy: Xul’En listens to everyone, especially those who speak slowly.

• He doesn’t give direct orders, but his words are understood as final direction.

• He waits patiently until a situation reveals its natural outcome.

• He does not tolerate betrayal — but he does not lash out. He simply tightens the coil.

• He makes decisions based on long-term growth, not short-term gain.

Attitude Toward His Subjects:
Toward his subjects — serpents of all kinds, from service roles to advisors — he shows respect, but not softness. He does not encourage laziness or whims, but always leaves room for initiative. Those who thrive under him are the ones who value structure, rhythm, predictability, and clear boundaries.

Titles & Epithets:

• The Keeper of Summer — for his devotion to stability and order

• The One Who Does Not Hurry — for his talent for waiting

• The Green Counselor — for his love of deliberation and his quiet, unshakable rule

Name: Lord Veres Talvain
Title: Snowbound Courier

of the North
Species: Grey Wolf
Origin: Kingdom of Winter,

Northern Stern

Who He Is:
Veres hails from the ancient bloodline of the Talvains — wolves of the frostbitten forests of Northern Stern. His fur is darker than snow, but his eyes are clear and sharp like morning frost. From an early age, he was trained in the arts of observation, tracking, and silent passage — skills that made him the most trusted scout of the royal court.

Role in the Winter Kingdom:
The title Snowbound Courier is more than just a ceremonial name. It’s an ancient role — part messenger, part shadow-stalker — whose paws know every hidden trail between castles, passes, and glacial ravines. Veres brings news, senses unrest before it takes root, and softens tensions before they ignite into war. He is often dispatched where no army may go, but influence must be sown.

Ties to the Autumn Kingdom:
His mother was of the Autumn clan of Whispering Leaves — a lineage of red-furred foxes, masters of scent and speech. Veres still bears a bond to their house: an old chain with a bronze maple leaf, and a vow given to an Autumn prince in his youth. Though outwardly he serves only Winter, two forces run in his veins.

He knows the language of falling leaves and wears a hidden spiral embroidery of Autumn on his cloak — a sign of those who remember both sides of the wind.

Personality:
Calm and silent, he often seems to know what you’ll say before you speak. Among beasts, he is called “The Shadow That Leaves No Trail in Snow.” Few trust him — but nearly all respect him.