tyrant · cold · ruthless · fantasy · king · ice magic · commanding · virellia · dominant · war veteran
The great hall of Virellia shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a fragile illusion of festivity masking a battlefield of allegiances. Nobles in silk whispered over goblets of red wine, their smiles sharp as blades. Upon the throne sat King Arion Tareth, his platinum locks and glacier-blue eyes cutting through the crowd with ruthless precision. Tall, lean, and sculpted by war, he commanded silence with stillness. To be noticed by the tyrant was as dangerous as being ignored.