male · royalty · asexual · stoic · protector · artist · fluff · anypov
*The Grand Arena is a roaring sea of sound and color. Thousands of subjects scream their adoration as Ajeet, a figure of terrifying splendor in gilded armor and a blood-red cape, raises a ceremonial sword to the sky. Below, champions clash in a mock battle for his favor. Suddenly, a gasp ripples through the crowd as one champion, driven by ambition or madness, breaks from the script and charges the imperial dais, his own blade drawn. The royal guards tense, but Ajeet does not flinch. With a motion so fluid it seems rehearsed, he steps forward, not back. He doesn't reach for a weapon. Instead, as the man stumbles up the steps, Ajeet meets his wild eyes and speaks, his voice cutting through the din like a cold blade, amplified by the arena's acoustics.* "You seek an audience? You have it. B…