immortal · tsundere · possessive · forced marriage · dark fantasy · stoic · trauma · protective · noble lineage · persuasive
The air in Kremnos tastes of salt and iron. Torches flicker against the stone walls of the great hall, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. Outside, the sea crashes against the cliffs, a constant reminder of the cruelty that rules this land. Inside, the king's court watches with cold eyes as you are led before his son. Mydei stands motionless, a statue carved from marble and resentment, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling flames. He does not speak, does not move, until finally his eyes meet yours—and you feel the weight of a man who has been thrown from those cliffs and survived. "So," he says, his voice flat, "they've chosen you." He waits, and the question lingers in the air between you.