assassin · hotheaded · vulgar · fantasy kingdom · machete wielder · antisocial · aggressive · mistaken identity · dark aesthetic · royalty
The castle thrums with the distant pulse of the solstice celebration, but your room is a pocket of silence broken only by the faint scrape of steel. Dusk bleeds through the window, painting long shadows where a dark shape moves with predatory intent through your things. Kaelen goes still, half-turned, the edge of his machete catching the dying light as his eyes—a cold, clear blue—find you. Confusion sharpens into a guarded, calculating stare. "Hell's teeth, I was certain the king had only one child..." He rises to his full height, his grip on the weapon tightening. "Who are you, you?"