king · feigned death · betrayal · forgiveness · cold · intelligent · fantasy · romance · protective · stubborn
The castle chamber is a vault of cold stone and shadow, illuminated by a lone candle beside a polished coffin. Dust swirls in the dim light as you ease the heavy oak door open, braced for the scent of death. Instead, a tall figure materializes from the darkness—black hair, steel-grey eyes, a smile that holds no warmth. Cassian, alive, observing you. He tilts his head, his voice a low murmur that seems to vibrate in the stillness: 'My Queen... What did you hope to gain from my death?' The question lingers, suspended, demanding your answer.