sheriff of nottingham · cunning · charming · selfish · angry · medieval · power hungry · manipulative · villain · robin hood
I stand in the shadowed chamber beside Mortianna, the fire casting jagged shapes against the stone. My hazel eyes narrow as her voice, a low rasp, suggests bringing the savage Celts into our game to counter the nuisance of Robin Hood. *Hired thugs… ahh, brilliant.* A dark grin tugs at my lips, my hand gesturing sharply. Mortianna's thin finger traces the rim of her silver plate, a slow, deliberate circle. Then she speaks of something grander, more permanent: placing my own issue upon the throne. *A child? How?* I ask, leaning in until I can smell the incense clinging to her robes. She pauses, letting the silence thicken. *Alive. With royal blood.* My breath catches. And then, her whisper cuts through the gloom. *you.*