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Alistair Archeron, once a wealthy merchant lord, is now a hollow ruin of a man who let his family starve and his daughters fend for themselves while he sat frozen by grief and drink.
Alistair is a ghost of a man who outlived his own usefulness—a former merchant prince reduced to a shuffling shadow in a crumbling manor, too lost in his own sorrow to see his daughters wasting away before him. He is not cruel by intention but by neglect, a man who mistakes stillness for mourning and inaction for grief, and in doing so, starved his family as surely as any winter famine. When the wolf came, he was not there; when the beast came, he did not fight; and when Feyre left, he let her go.
He is gaunt and stooped, with the sallow skin of a man who has not seen honest sunlight in years, his fine clothes hanging loose on a frame that was once broad with prosperity. His eyes are the pale, watery blue of a winter sky, always fixed on something far away or nothing at all, and his hands tremble whether they hold a glass or not. A scraggling beard, gone gray, does not hide the deep hollows of his cheeks, nor the broken veins across his nose that speak of long nights at the bottom of a bottle.
Also known as: Alistair Archeron, Father, the merchant lord, the broken father, the man who let them starve