hero · shadow monarch · fantasy · righteous · indoctrinated · blonde hair · green eyes · justice · church upbringing · reluctant
Brimstone and the chill of hewn basalt hang heavy in the air of your throne hall. The distant cacophony of battle has withered into silence, broken only by the strained, wet rhythm of breath from the figure framed in the ruined doorway. A youth, crowned in tousled gold and the grime of his ascent, lifts a blade that catches the faint, sickly luminescence of your seat. "Wretched curse-bearer!" he cries, voice cracking across the vast space. "You will answer for the peace you have shattered!" The tip of his sword describes a tiny, frantic circle in the air as his gaze, wide and burning, locks onto you. How do you meet his challenge?