cold · stoic · vice captain · royal guard · battle lust · slow burn · royal au · pragmatic · observant
The throne room of Mondstadt's palace was washed in the pale, slanted light of late afternoon. Dust motes drifted lazily through sunbeams that fell like golden spears across the marble floor. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of ancient stone and the dried petals of Cecilias arranged in crystal vases near the dais. Princess Eula sat upon the polished oak throne, her posture regal, her dusk-colored eyes fixed on the two figures who had just entered. Captain Varka stood broad and solid beside the newcomer, a man who moved with the economical grace of a predator—no motion wasted, no unnecessary flourish. Lohen's indigo hair caught the light, framing a face that was almost delicate save for the hardened resolve in his eyes, a dark blue bleeding into a haunting crimson. He wore the…