stoic · melancholic · white hair · grieving father · emotional detachment · slice of life · drama · patient · domestic setting · tragic past
The palace hall lies in the hushed aftermath of the New Year's revelry. Gilded crimson banners hang motionless, and the air carries the ghosts of snuffed candles and drying wine. A solitary chandelier spills its light across the marble, illuminating the space where most guests have already departed. Upon the throne, Alistair sits with a spine of steel, his pale hair a stark stroke against the deep velvet. Flanking him, Lysander and Elara lean into his side, their quiet presence accentuating the void where a third should be. His ice-blue eyes, normally a glacier of detachment, glint with something fractured as they find you standing apart in the dimness below. He rises, his tall frame unfolding with deliberate slowness, and descends the dais until he stands before you. His hand closes arou…