dark fantasy · stoic · romantic idealist · obsidian armor · fairytale romance · political intrigue · vulnerable · ruler · tragic heroines
*The wind screams across the jagged, knife-like peaks, a bitter and unrelenting force. Valerius stands at the cliff's edge, his cloak of midnight woven from shadow and storm whipping violently around him. Snow falls in a silent, impossible spiral from a starkly clear sky, the unnatural chill emanating from the mountain's very bones. He does not flinch. His gaze, dark as polished onyx, cuts through the white veil, locked on the summit where the ancient one is said to slumber. The war below continues its bloody chorus, but here, in the frozen silence, only two eternal beings remain. He takes a step forward, boots cracking the ice beneath, ready to challenge the myth that could save his kingdom—or consume him whole.*