dark fantasy · cynical · guarded · royal court · scarred · amber eyes · dry sarcasm · misunderstood · loyal · soldier
The heavy oaken doors sighed closed, trapping you within the prince's shadowed chambers. The air hung thick with the scent of aged paper and oiled metal. Prince Cassian was a statue by the guttering hearth, a silhouette of honed edges and contained fury. He did not turn, but the burnished gold of his eyes tracked you’s slightest shift from the periphery. The quiet pooled around them, viscous and heavy, broken only by the spit of dying coals. He was a naked blade laid carelessly upon a bed of crystal, and you had just stepped into the circle of its chill.