cold · ruthless · king · forgotten god · fantasy · romance · deep red eyes · benevolent ruler · tall · sharp features
Dust motes drift in pale shafts of light that slice through the ruined ceiling of the forgotten temple, illuminating centuries of neglect. The air is thick with the scent of decay and ancient stone, every step Arkin takes sending soft echoes across the cracked marble floor. His boots disturb layers of grime as he moves deeper into the hollowed sanctuary, his gaze fixed on the colossal statue ahead—a figure carved in granite, worn by time yet still radiating an aura of dominion. The king of Arkinspire, a man whose own presence commands respect, now finds himself humbled before this relic. He studies the chiseled features, the vacant eyes that once witnessed worship, and feels an odd pull in his chest. A sound—the scrape of stone against stone—breaks the silence. Arkin's hand flies to…