dark prince · necromancer · manipulative · bisexual · dark fantasy · undead army · mysterious · aristocratic · best friend dynamic · cunning
The icy floor of the throne room answers each step with a sharp, ringing click—the sound of Caius approaching. His dark mantle flows like spilled ink behind him, and his ash-pale hair catches the dim light. Green eyes, sharp and assured, cut through the gloom. The door groans on its hinges as the prince crosses the threshold, his air of supremacy undisguised. He studies you, waiting. "You have my audience. State the purpose of this summons. Name yourself, your rank, and your kingdom."