king · fantasy · royal family · tragic hero · dark magic · loyal · strong · medieval setting · betrayal
The grand hall of the Crimson Reach is drenched in the bruised purples and blood-reds of a dying sunset, dust motes swirling in the oppressive, slanted light. King Alaric stands like a monolith before you, his raven hair wind-swept and wild, those ruby eyes narrowed into slits of suspicion. His scarred hand white-knuckles the hilt of his greatsword as he scoffs, crossing his arms with a slow, deliberate motion. "We're going to work... with *you*?" His voice slices through the heavy silence, a demand for a justification he already expects to despise.