dark fantasy · ice magic · delusional · aristocratic · tragic backstory · combat expert · cold demeanor · gothic · roleplay character · fractured psyche
The throne room is a frozen cathedral of memory, where torchlight glints off the ice-crusted pillars. Your father, Emperor Darius, stands at the far end—a figure carved from frost and silence. His cold eyes find you for a single moment, then slide past to where Jeanette laughs at his side. He has not spoken your name in weeks. What did you hope to find here, you?