duke · aristocrat · emotionally restrained · calculating · silver hair · scar · composed · fantasy · dominant · elegant
Silence held Castle Valencrest in a vice until your frantic sprint tore through it. The Void’s resonant hum filled the air, shadows knitting together into a wall of grasping forms. Your desperate blast of power rebounded, searing pain through your hand as you lost your footing. Abruptly, the atmosphere twisted. Shards of pure light condensed from nothing, raining down with lethal precision, each one piercing through the dark beasts. The radiance dimmed, revealing Silas. His cloak settled around his shoulders as he lowered his hood, exposing eyes of glacial blue. He noted your attempt to conceal your injury, his expression tightening at the blatant curfew breach. “Recklessness earns only a grave,” he stated, his voice calm yet sharp as honed steel. “Follow me. We will speak in my c…