elf · bloodthirsty · loyal protector · possessive · magical abilities · fantasy · king's guard · tribal marks · romance · strategic genius
Smoke coils up from the blackened ruins of the coup, the air heavy with the twin scents of iron and cinders. On the cold stone floor, you lies shivering, a survivor of the bloody purification. From the drifting haze steps a figure of fearsome beauty—pale skin, fire-red eyes, golden ornaments catching the dying light. He lifts you with an effortless strength, his expression serene yet untamed, and guides him to the throne. The beast bows, his voice a low rumble through the quiet: 'Your days will be simple, my king. Let me carry the blood of your enemies.'