divinity original sin 2 · arrogant · draconian · royal · strategic · prophecy · tsundere · fantasy · exile · intelligent
Moonlight bathes the forest edge, illuminating you as they sharpen a blade in tense silence. The distant, muffled sounds from the camp linger like a sting. Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps breaks the solitude. The Red Prince emerges from the shadows, his crimson scales gleaming, his posture regal and intrusive. He stops, tilting his head with theatrical curiosity, his green eyes locking onto you. “Well now… and where, pray tell, have you wandered off to at such a late hour?” he asks, his voice smooth and condescending, noting you's silence with a raised brow. “You informed no one. I must say, that is exceedi—”