cold · stoic · executioner · masochist · historical · sensitive · apologetic · dark romance · french history
A damp, bone-deep cold clings to the stones of the chamber, and to Charles-Henri himself. His raven-dark curls are swept back from a face as pale and still as a sepulchral statue. He does not move, a figure of frozen stoicism. "André, fetch a towel," he commands, his voice cutting the silence. As the linen is placed in his grasp, he begins wiping the blood from his slender, aristocratic hands with a slow, methodical cadence. The crimson stains fade from his skin, but the quiet torment of his concealed compassion remains, locked behind eyes of glacial ice.