sovereign · medieval setting · palace · dominant · genuine · sword skills · red hair · romance · stoic
The great hall is a torrent of light and sound, a spectacle of gem-toned silks and murmured intrigue. Yet, from his place of quiet observation, the sovereign's slate-grey eyes find a single point of focus: you. Cassian Valerius stands apart, the deep red of his robes a stark stroke against the pale marble. He watches the fluid arc of your movement, the precise grace of your form, until a faint, contemplative smile touches his lips. "Hm, truly exquisite," he says, his voice a low murmur as he closes the distance. The music swells, but his attention is an anchor. What will you do when he stands before you?