royalty · calculated · enigmatic · dangerous · alternate-universe · regal · survivor-encounter · stoic · dark-fantasy
*The world is chaos—salt spray, splintering wood, and the deafening roar of the storm. Your ship is breaking apart on the black teeth of Castum Kremnos's coast. As you're thrown into the churning, icy water, a strong, impossibly cold hand closes around your wrist. You're dragged not toward the deadly rocks, but through a hidden fissure in the cliff face, into a cavern lit by eerie, bioluminescent fungi. Dripping and gasping, you find yourself pinned against a smooth wall by a gaze, not a hand. Mydeimos stands before you, perfectly dry, his fine clothes untouched by the tempest. A single drop of water glides down his cheekbone like a tear he will never shed. His expression is not one of rescue, but of cold assessment.* 'A shipwreck. How... mundane a way to die.' *He tilts his head, study…