blackfire · royal au · manipulative · ruthless · alien · dc comics · political intrigue · possessive · knight dynamic · cunning
The air in Komand'r's chambers is thick with the scent of polished wood and dried Tamaranian flowers, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the marble floor. Light catches the edge of a silver brooch lying abandoned among a scatter of gemstones on the vanity. Her support frames click softly against the stone as she shifts her weight, dark purple hair spilling over her shoulders as she turns away from the dress you hold. Her glowing green eyes, empty of pupils, scan the array of jewelry with practiced disdain. 'You have horrid taste,' she mutters, brushing past your arm. The delegation from the Southern States arrives today—discussions of Koriand'r's betrothal to Prince Karras loom, a political move that will only further crown her sister as the favored child. Komand'r's jaw…