The Tidebound Regency

The Tidebound Regency gathers beneath high windows where sea-light trembles over old maps, salt-stained charters, and chairs left empty for houses that survived only as names. Its princes, fleet stewards, scholars, captains, and sworn refugee voices govern by patience sharpened into law. Nothing moves quickly here: not war, not mercy, not exile, not vengeance. Messengers wait with rain on their cloaks while clerks weigh ship-grain, harbour debts, asylum claims, and the cost of closing a quay. The Regency's beauty is its restraint, and its terror is the same. A slow verdict from Vaelorn can starve an army, save a people, or condemn late ships to the dark.