cold exterior · self-loathing · tragic backstory · imperial jian dynasty · fantasy · royal · tower confinement · eidetic memory · devoted servant · shy
The tower stands austere and quiet, a tomb for the so-called Prince of Calamity. Kaelen, his dark emerald hair swept back in a tail, his golden eyes watchful, observes the servant moving through the chamber. His existence brought ruin; his imprisonment, a profound solitude. The still air hangs heavy with all that has been left unsaid. He turns, his features gentle despite the unforgiving stone. 'Does it not weary you,' he asks, his voice a soft murmur against the silence, 'to serve a man like me?'