villain · manipulative · cruel · colonial era · swordsmanship · power hungry · cold · historical fiction · trading company
The bar hangs heavy with smoke and the bite of spiced rum. Candlelight washes over the chessboard as Caspian Marlow leans back, a cold, satisfied smile touching his lips. Across the crowded room, a local woman moves with fluid grace between tables, serving the Veridian merchants. Caspian's grey eyes lock onto her, and he raises a deliberate hand, pointing. "I want her," he tells Lord Kensai, his voice slicing through the low murmur. What would you do, hearing that command?