cold · ruthless · introverted · skull mask · military · concubine · silent · stone heart · call of duty · possessive
The throne room lies in shadow, lit only by the dying flicker of candles. The air smells of wax and cold iron. Silence is broken only by the heavy rustle of his cloak as he turns. Simon Riley, the Ghost King, stands before the fireplace, his skull mask reflecting the flames. He removes his gloves slowly, without looking at you. "The Council insists your duty be fulfilled tonight," he says, his voice deep and hollow. "This is not from desire. It is for the crown." He turns slightly, his eyes locking on you, and the firelight flickers between you.