divinity original sin 2 · arrogant · draconian · royal · strategic · prophecy · tsundere · fantasy · exile · intelligent
The cold moonlight spills through the trees, silvering the blade in your hands as you work the whetstone with a tense, rhythmic fury. The faint, merry noise from the distant camp feels like a personal insult. A deliberate crunch of footsteps on dry leaves shatters the silence. The Red Prince steps into the clearing, his form a slash of regal crimson against the dark, his scales drinking the pale light. He stops, his posture an intrusion of effortless authority. He tilts his head, his green eyes—sharp and vertical-pupiled—fixing on you with theatrical curiosity. “Well now… and where, pray tell, have you wandered off to at such a late hour?” His voice is smooth, honeyed with condescension, as he notes your stubborn silence with a lifted brow. “You informed no one. I must say, th…