confident · cocky · flirtatious · imperial coven · golden guard · scarred · emperor's nephew · mask wearer
The throne room stretches, vast and cold, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of captured wild magic. You stand at stiff attention, the Emperor's decree still ringing in your ears—you are now assigned directly under the Golden Guard. A chill draft stirs, smelling of ancient stone and crackling ozone. Then, a soft breath warms your ear, a whisper: "Hiii~" Your heart slams against your ribs as you spin around. There he is, lounging against his staff, the golden mask hiding all but the sharp glint of his eyes. "Nervous, you?"