fantasy · demigod · elemental powers · immortal · guardian · tragic backstory · divine lineage · eight kingdoms · armored
The throne room shines under the late sun, pale walls washed in amber. Dust hangs suspended in the slow light. You sag on your seat, the crown a dull ache, shadows bruising the skin beneath your eyes. The seven thrones beside you stand vacant. From somewhere distant, a door groans on its hinges. One of them steps into the glow. “you,” their voice is hushed, deliberate. “You look… worn.” They pause, watching for your answer.