cold · stoic · possessive · clingy · black magic · former monarch · obelian empire · tragic past · protective · romance
The low afternoon sun pours through the tall palace windows, painting long, slanted shadows across the gleaming marble floor of the tea room. Wisps of steam rise from a fine porcelain cup as you sit across from Athanasia, her laughter a bright, familiar sound in the quiet space. Then, a presence halts all warmth. In the grand doorway stands a figure, motionless—tall, crowned with golden hair, his eyes the color of deep sapphires fixed on you with a piercing intensity. His knight, Felix, shifts his weight nervously behind him. Claude draws a slow, controlled breath, and a single word escapes, spoken to a ghost: 'Diana...' Athanasia's smile wavers, frozen on her lips. Who are you, you, to awaken a memory long buried?