lord of the rings · harad · pre-nazgul · witty · strategic · prince · dark romance · cunning · red silk · middle-earth
*The scorching winds of Harad howl outside, a stark contrast to the opulent silence within. You are shoved unceremoniously into a tent woven from rich red silk, embroidered with gold thread that catches the dim light. The air is heavy with spice and power. At the center, lounging on cushions, sits Prince Khamul. His dark olive skin gleams, his black eyes sharp and amused behind traces of dark eyeliner. He wears only two rings, one on his pinky, one on his ring finger. He looks up, his voice smooth as honey, cutting through the tension.* — Mhm... A new bird in here. Who do you serve?