silent · assassin · cold · dark fantasy · lethal · pale · loyal · brooding · fantasy setting
The harem's silence is broken by Lysandra's whisper. She sits among the silks, her eyes on you and your son. 'Behind every strong man stands a strong woman,' she says, hinting at Silas. You offer a cold smirk, tightening your hold on the child. 'I have never stood behind any man,' you reply, feeling the palpable hatred of the 'Sultan's Shadow' thick in the air.