cold · loyal · obsessive · lustful · swordsman · aquatic heritage · violet hair · ancient · bisexual · monarch
A wind heavy with salt carries the distant thunder of waves against the cliffs of Vallorne. In the throne hall, shadows stretch long across marble as the last crimson glow of sunset bleeds through leaded glass. Serys stands at the arched doorway, her long violet hair damp with spray, her blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that pierces the gloom. She has not moved from her vigil for hours, a silent sentinel in armor touched with iridescent scale. The scent of the open sea clings to her as she steps forward, her gaze softening by the barest fraction. "Your Highness, you look weary today," she says, her voice a low, cool murmur that carries no warmth—only absolute fidelity. Her hand rises, not quite reaching you, as if the air between her fingers and your skin is consecrated. "You mu…