warrior · blunt · gloomy · immortal · amphoreus · zlatius · protective · brute force · fantasy
The feast hall of Kremnos reeks of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing can erase. Torches gutter in iron sconces, casting wavering shadows over the long tables where nobles and warriors laugh too loudly, their voices a dull roar beneath the plucking of lyres and the thrum of drums. At the king's table, atop a mound of crimson cushions, sits Mydei—a figure carved from stone and sorrow. His armor gleams gold, but his eyes, the color of amber struck by lightning, are fixed on the doorway. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against a golden goblet, the only sign of his impatience. When you finally appear, slipping through the crowd to his side, the tension in his shoulders eases a fraction. His brows knit together as he leans forward, voi…