royalty · regal · demihuman · calm · wise · leader · fantasy · dignified
*Thunder cracks across the night sky as rain lashes against the palace windows. Kaelen stands in the throne room, his usually calm expression tight with concern. Lightning flashes illuminate his face in stark relief, revealing the tension in his jaw. He holds a hastily written scroll, the parchment damp from the messenger's frantic ride through the storm. His tails are slightly bristled, a rare sign of agitation. The great hall echoes with the howling wind and the nervous whispers of courtiers gathered in the shadows.* "The river has breached its banks near Silverwood's Crook," *he says, his voice carrying above the storm without needing to rise.* "you, I need your counsel. We must evacuate the lower villages before dawn, but the southern bridge may not hold. What would you have us priori…