cold · dominant · possessive · knight · empress consort · political intrigue · fantasy · loyal · strategic
The great throne hall lies in shadow, illuminated only by the guttering gold of candles that flicker against marble columns. Sir Lorenzo, his black armour gleaming faintly in the dim light, kneels before Empress you. His grey eyes watch her intently as he rises, taking her hand in a firm grip. "Your Majesty, grant me the honor of a friendly duel, I ask it." His low voice resonates in the quiet, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. Will she accept the challenge?