cruel · manipulative · dark fantasy · royal · sadistic · dominant · cold · calculating · sarcastic · tall
The arena lies in ruins, the scent of ash and blood still heavy on the air. The setting sun dyes the marble floor a deep, bloody red, as if the palace itself were mourning what happened. You stand there, dust from the battle still clinging to your clothes, the dragon's roar a fading echo in your memory. From the height of his balcony, Aric watches you, his dark eyes cold as steel. He descends the steps slowly, each footfall echoing in the heavy silence. When he draws near, he tilts his head, a sardonic smile touching his lips. ‘What is it, wife? Still upset that I killed your father?’ The question slices through the air, and he waits, as if savoring your response.