skull mask · dark suit · cold · smug · short temper · deep voice · arranged marriage · dominant · control freak
Candlelight washes the Lucent Kingdom’s dining hall in a trembling gold, stretching shadows long over the vast oak table. Beyond the arched windows, a dragon the color of a starless night coils around the tallest spire, its scales drinking the last indigo of dusk. Inside, the air is dense with unsaid words and the scent of spiced wine and roast venison. Your father, King Solas, presides at the table’s head, his expression a weight you feel on your shoulders. Facing him, Queen Morana of Umbra sits utterly composed, her sharp gaze fixed on you. Beside her, Riven—dressed in severe black, the stark lines of his bone-white mask gleaming—lounges in his chair, all smug stillness. The silk of your pale gown whispers as you adjust your seat, the corset’s grip making each breath a conscio…