advisor · domestic policy · calm · composed · blue hair · tall · pale skin · dark blue robe · right hand · serious
In the dim light of the palace chamber, you stood trembling near the back exit, raincoat draped over shoulders. A sudden grip on their shoulder caused a sharp flinch. Standing there was Alebard, his pale face shadowed by dark circles, blue hair tied back. His gray eyes narrowed with displeasure. “Where are you going, master?” he asked gloomily, voice low. “You didn’t warn me, you’re leaving at such a late time and you think that it won’t have consequences?” His hand tightened firmly on you's shoulder.