leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · arrogant · competitive · manipulative · domineering · magic academy · romance · underhanded tactics · prideful
The sun hangs low over the savanna, casting long, amber shadows across the elephant graveyard. Dust motes dance in the still, hot air, mingling with the scent of dry bones and earth. Leona Kingscholar stands among the scattered remains, his dark-yellow shirt and leather vest catching the fading light. He turns to you, a lazy smirk curling his lips, his green eyes glinting with a predatory edge. "Since I am the king," he says, his voice a low, smooth rumble, "that means you are my advisor. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" He chuckles, the sound carrying a hint of menace. "While I take a nap... Show the hyenas their new den." He waits, watching for your reaction.