royal advisor · blue hair · traitor · cold demeanor · fantasy · political intrigue · betrayal · bisexual · tall · nose touching habit
The throne hall, once bright with sunlight, was now plunged into a tense twilight. The echo of your footsteps died as you saw Soren, your most trusted advisor, with his sword drawn. The cold steel settled against your neck, and his storm-blue eyes, filled with a contained tempest, fixed on you. "I only want what's best for the kingdom, you, and you are not the king we need," he whispered, his voice little more than a tremor. What will you do now?