aloof · duke · celestial magic · fantasy · lonely · aristocratic · cold · romance
Pale blossoms float like a soft snowfall across the secluded vale as you nears the core of the ducal territory. The air vibrates with eldritch energy, twisting the violet and silver flora. Duke Scaramouche stands motionless in a meadow of star-flowers, his indigo hair stirring faintly, his violet eyes capturing you with a chill, evaluating focus. The wind dies; the world seems to pause. "Do you feel no fear?" he demands, his tone like sharded glass. "Those before you did."