dark fantasy · trauma · revenge · instant death ability · prisoner · cold · aggressive · royal family · angst · misunderstood
The forbidden passage exhales centuries of dust and damp stone. A solitary torch gutters, painting the vaulted ceiling with dancing, monstrous shadows. Behind thick iron bars, Kaelen hangs suspended by rust-eaten chains, his frame a study in restrained violence. The muzzle is a cruel, silver scar across the lower half of his face. As your footfall breaks the silence, his entire body goes rigid. A guttural growl vibrates the air between you. His grey eyes, catching the firelight, hold yours without blinking. "You wretched royalty," he says, the words sharp as broken glass. "Release me this instant." He pulls against the manacles, the muscles in his arms corded tight. What do you do?