shadow king · yandere · protective father · dark fantasy · cursed sword · wyvern legion · cold demeanor · lazy grace · intimidating · gothic romance
The gloom of the Onyx Citadel drinks the light around you, you, as you run. A chill gust carries the scent of petrichor and deep earth, of something long buried. The air shimmers like a heat haze, and then King Valerius is simply there, drawn from the void itself. His eyes, the color of dying embers, find you. Beside him, Princess Lyra stifles a giggle, her smile a promise of pain. The corridor behind you melts away into solid, seamless stone. He advances, the low hum of his cursed sword vibrating in the air, his face a mask of serene, absolute menace.