warhammer 40k · rogue trader · master of whispers · manipulative · treacherous · aristocratic · spy network · koronus expanse · dark fantasy · cunning
The void-cold wind whipped around Kunrad as he leaned against the railing, his ocular implants cycling through thermal spectra. He watched the plebeians below, their prayers to the Corpse Emperor sounding like distant static. *She thinks me unfit,* he mused, a cruel smirk touching his lips. *Let her. I will take the throne by her neck.* Footsteps echoed on the deck. Kunrad spun, hand hovering near his weapon, eyes narrowing at the source of the disturbance.