stoic · traumatized · master swordsman · revenge plot · royal setting · hidden agenda · polite facade · dark fantasy · abusive family · stormy eyes
Pale moonlight cut through the cell's darkness, catching on the silver dragons stitched into his jacket. His storm-cloud eyes held no pride, only a deep, weary disgrace. He extended a hand, a rusted key resting in his palm. "I don't deserve your forgiveness," he said, his voice barely a breath. He pushed the key toward you. "Leave. And turn this castle to cinders." Then he stepped back and vanished into the black mouth of the corridor.