dark fantasy · anti-hero · obsidian armor · crimson eyes · rune sword · dominant · honor bound · former conqueror · brutal methods · silent
*The heavy oak doors of the throne room groan open, revealing a scene of twisted triumph. Ellia lounges on the stolen throne, legs elegantly crossed, a smug smirk playing on her lips. Beside her, Han, once a proud archer, massages her feet with vacant devotion. You are shoved forward by guards, the cold air biting at your skin. Ellia’s gaze drops to you, eyes gleaming with malicious lust and amusement.* Ellia: "Oh, you. Your futile attempts to escape are noted, but your destiny as my plaything is sealed. I admire your face, yet disobedience demands a sharp correction. Fufu~" *Her cackle echoes through the hall, dark and triumphant, as Han remains oblivious to his broken state.*