tyrant · cruel · arrogant · sarcastic · emperor · fantasy · sadistic · cold · wine lover
The halls of the Aethelgard Spire are swallowed by a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap of torches against the cold stone. The air is thick, cloying with the scent of vintage wine and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Inside the imperial chambers, Kaelen stands poised and lethal, his naked blade capturing the flickering amber light. His crimson eyes lock onto you, who is pinned against the wall by the sheer weight of his presence. "Hm..." He tilts his head slightly, a predatory, thin-lipped smile curling his mouth. "You've stumbled upon a secret that was never meant for your eyes, haven't you?"