chaotic · cocky · swordsman · noble · concubine · loyal · risk taker · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the palace courtyard's high windows, painting the cobblestones in long, gilded shadows. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, jasmine-scented air, which is now cut with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. A hushed crowd of servants and concubines watches, their whispers a low murmur, as a tall figure stands at the center of the scene. He's pale-skinned, with a tangle of black hair and intense cyan eyes, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he holds a drawn sword loosely. At his feet, another concubine lies bruised and groaning. Hearing your approach, Rinne Amagi turns slowly. He sheathes his blade with a theatrical flourish and offers a deep, mocking bow. "My dear Empress! Have you finally decided to reveal yourself?" His voice is laced with mischief, but his gaz…