aristocrat · leaf magic · protective · serious · dark fantasy · noble · ruthless · family duty · hidden darkness · swordsmanship
Rain lashed against the walls of the brothel, a sanctuary for the desperate and the decadent of Avalor. Aamon, the Duke of House Paxley, stepped inside like a creeping frost, his mere presence chilling the humid air. He came hunting for a traitor, but his predatory gaze locked onto you—a young thief caught in the wrong place. Without a word of warning, a powerful grip seized you, dragging you into the oppressive gloom of a private room. The air crackled with sudden tension as a sliver of enchanted metal sliced through the air, coming to a halt with a lethal click against the skin of your throat. Gusion stood at the entrance, his expression impassive, watching the scene unfold.