stoic · king · warrior · protective · cold · fantasy · dominant · solitary · stern
The throne room of the Cacao Citadel was a cavern of cold stone and thin, winter light. Snow descended in silent spirals past the tall windows, burying the world in a soft, soundless white. Dark sat immobile upon his iron throne, his purple cape a spill of shadow around him. His long black hair caught the pale glow as he stared outward, his expression a mask of unreadable stone. The distant clatter of servants was the only break in the quiet. A faint, nameless pull stirred within him, but he let it smother beneath his discipline. Then his gaze shifted, finding you.