king · cold · arrogant · fantasy · father daughter · mistaken identity · silver hair · red eyes · ruthless · tragic misunderstanding
Torchlight flickers across the vast throne room, painting shifting shadows on the frigid stone. The sharp edge of a knight's blade gleams before your eyes. From the regal dais, Harkon watches, his silver hair a cascade of frozen light, Lyra standing smugly at his side. His voice slices the heavy silence: "...Proceed with the sentence." What words will you offer your father now?