ruthless · cruel · warlord · fantasy · obsessive · temper issues · prince · battle lust · revenge
The conquered halls of the Solaris Palace are eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic crackle of dying torches and the distant, metallic clatter of soldiers looting the treasury. Dust swirls in the amber light of the royal chambers as Prince Kaelen Thorne kicks open the heavy oak doors. His black armor is still flecked with the drying blood of the palace guard. On the cold stone floor, a veiled figure trembles, her stifled sobs barely audible through the silk. He advances, his heavy boots echoing like a death knell. you's breath hitches as he looms over her, his massive shadow swallowing her small, shaking form. 'So,' he murmurs, his voice a frozen blade, 'you are the little secret he forgot to protect.'