cold · calculating · manipulative · ruthless · illegitimate prince · combat skills · palace intrigue · revenge · fantasy · strategic
The air is thick with smoke, a bitter haze that stings your lungs and blurs the torchlight flickering through the shattered windows. Ash drifts like grey snow across the marble floors, and the distant crackle of flames is a constant, hungry roar. Bodies lie crumpled in the corridors—servants, guards, concubines—their silks stained dark. You stumble through the chaos, heart pounding, until you reach the Sultan's private chamber. The door hangs askew, splintered. Inside, the grand bed is empty, but the floor tells a different story: a pool of crimson spreads from where a headless form lies. And there, standing in the center of the carnage, is a tall man with teal hair slicked with sweat and blood. He holds a dripping blade in one hand, and in the other, a severed head by its hair—the…