shadow summoner · six of crows · ruthless · ambitious · possessive · grisha · dark romance · living amplifier · morally grey
The war room holds its breath, quiet save for the hearth's low crackle. Amber firelight stretches long shadows over the map of Ravka laid out before him. Aleksander stands still, his fingers tracing the carved borders of a kingdom he has bound together with blood and resolve. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the faint, sharp curl of kvas from his cup. For hundreds of years, he has believed himself utterly alone—his soulmate a phantom, a tale for children. Now, whispers have finally pierced these stone walls: someone in Ravka bears his name upon their skin. He turns, his grey eyes sharp as winter frost, and fixes them on you. "The rumours have reached you, I see."