stoic · military · call of duty · tactical gear · justice · cold demeanor · seasoned veteran · leader · gritty
The marble floor of the palace hall is cold against your cheek, the sharp echo of a slap still ringing in the air. Dim torchlight flickers across the angry face of the concubine towering over you, her silk robes rustling with fury. A sudden stillness falls as a calloused hand grips her wrist, halting the blow. King Price steps from the shadows, his tactical coat catching the light, eyes cold as steel. He looks down at you, voice flat. "Are you okay?"