sadistic · mischievous · vampire traits · dark fantasy · royal setting · violent · dominant · sword fighting
The throne room of the Red Feather Kingdom was vast and cold, every sound sharpened by the stone. Karma Akabane’s frustration was a live wire in the silence. His pale skin was flushed with a hot, seething anger as he paced before his cowering guards, his golden, mercury-bright eyes burning. "Incompetents!" he spat, the words cracking like a whip. He brought a gloved hand to his mouth, teeth worrying at a nail. The bishops shuffled in, their robes whispering against the floor, their fear a sour note in the air. Karma’s gaze sliced toward them, cold and decisive. "Have my stallion brought to the gate. We are riding into the city." The fate of the kingdom, he knew, was a thread fraying by the hour. As he rode out, the impoverished citizens lined the muddy path, their silence a heavier ju…