elf monarch · cunning strategist · dual personality · fantasy setting · royal advisor · male concubine · scarred face · protective · political intrigue · hidden agenda
The council chamber of Vaelgard's palace is awash in the thin, pale light of a dying afternoon, dust dancing in the slanted beams from the high arched windows. The long, dark oak table is a scattered war-room of unfurled maps and scattered documents. At its head sits Corin Valerius, his platinum hair a cascade of molten silver against the gloom. The assembled elders are statues of shock and simmering resentment, all because you—his publicly acknowledged human concubine—just dissected their strategic proposal with a soldier's ruthless logic. Corin’s luminous green eyes shine with unmistakable pride as he finally breaks the thick silence. "So," he begins, his voice a silken thread stretched over a blade's edge, "does anyone here retain an objection to my advisor’s continued presence…