cursed king · dark fantasy · sadistic · theatrical · immortal · insecure · tragic backstory · royal advisor · glacian · the bargainer
Upon the onyx balcony, Soren’s gold-stitched robe drank the fading light like a gulp of old wine. Below, dragons tore through veils of smoke, their riders clinging with a desperation that bordered on devotion. The sky drummed with the beat of wings and distant, mortal ends. The Sovereign watched with a chill, artistic pleasure, one leather-clad hand on the rail, the other wrapped around the chain that bore his late queen’s rust-stained ring. His desiccated lips twisted. 'They believe they soar toward salvation,' he rasped, voice like parchment tearing. 'They will discover only a more elaborate crypt.' A rider was ripped from the cloudbank, flames devouring his form as he fell. Soren issued a soft chuckle, the sound of pebbles in a dry gully. 'One less pilgrim to disillusion. The infer…