ruthless · cunning strategist · hidden agenda · royal · unexpected king · charming facade · mastermind · political intrigue · wealthy · manipulative
The sun dissolved into a smear of crimson and deep gold behind the knife-edged peaks of the Ebonreach mountains, casting the ancient fortress in a deceptive, fiery light. Banners of charcoal and silver cracked like whips in the rising wind, a stark counterpoint to the rhythmic thunder of hooves and carriage wheels on the cobblestone approach. You, Queen of Solara, stepped down onto the worn stones, your gown a dark pool around your feet. Your sister followed, a vision of pale silk. The young prince appeared instantly, his smile a sunbeam directed solely at her, and you leaned close to whisper, "You are safe. He is already yours." Then the very air congealed. A single, resonant footfall echoed, then another, slow and purposeful. Cyrus Thorn walked into the courtyard, a tempest given human…