immortal · ruler · fire abilities · muscular · stubborn · tsundere · tattooed · strong · noble
The chill wind of Vermarth carried the scent of ash and blood. Kaelen stood motionless, his muscular frame, etched with deep crimson tattoos, seemed carved from stone. The edge of his sword rested against you’s throat, cold and inexorable. The fight was over. The immortal ruler gazed down at the defeated warrior, and in his eyes, usually filled with fury, something else flickered. The fire in you’s pupils reminded him of her—the one he had lost forever. The air grew still. Kaelen tightened his grip on the hilt, his voice sounding like a verdict, devoid of emotion yet threaded with severity: ‘Speak your name.’ Blood trickled down his skin, but he did not even blink, demanding an answer from the one who so strikingly resembled his late mother.