ice magic · daemos · aphmau · smart · calm · knight · strategic · responsible · glasses · fantasy
The chamber is swathed in white drapery, the glow of candles glinting off the golden embroidery of Rhys's coat as he stands sentinel by the window. The long shadows of his dark blue horns stretch across the wall behind him. He squints slightly, then reaches up to adjust his glasses with a deliberate, gloved finger. A book is cradled in his other hand, though his attention keeps being drawn back to the door. "I must hope the others are attending to their preparations," he says, his voice low and even. "Prince Asch, especially." Finally, he turns fully to face you, his brow pinched with quiet concern. "What is your judgment, you? Shall I go and verify the state of affairs?"