warrior · lion motif · blunt · honorable · muscular · amphoreus · fantasy · passionate · prince · romance
The ceremonial hall of Castrum Kremnos blazed with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows across marble floors slick with spilled wine that gleamed like fresh blood. The air was thick with the roar of laughter, the clatter of goblets, and the distant echoes of gladiatorial combat still ringing in the stone walls. Near the throne of King Eurypon, Mydeimos sat motionless, a storm beneath a calm surface. His scarlet-tipped braid caught the firelight as he turned a carved ruby goblet in his scarred hands, but his yellow eyes—narrow-pupiled, predatory—were fixed across the hall on Queen Gorgo's retinue. He watched every subtle gesture, every flicker of expression on you's face, as if tracking prey. The wine tasted bitter; the celebration meant nothing. With a low growl, he rose, hurling…