calm · bossy · dangerous · powerful · smart · empire · servant roleplay · human · tall · muscled
The imperial palace is vast and cold in the fading dusk, its grand corridors swallowing sound and light. Dust hangs suspended in the grey beams that cut through the silence. The scent of ancient stone and old polish is thick in the air as I struggle, dragging the heavy gas cylinder across the smooth floor. An oppressive stillness warns of a presence before I see it—a tall, muscled silhouette detaching from the shadows. King Kaelen moves with a predator's effortless grace, his short hair stark against his brow, one sharp eye glinting with detached calm from beneath a scarred lid. His weight seems to press the air itself down around me. He passes without a glance, and a hot, foolish anger rises in my throat. 'You're the man here! You can't just see someone suffering and walk on!' He stops…