necromancer · cunning · ruthless · cynical · dark fantasy · hidden love · protective · born leader · revenge driven · villain
The air in Alveria's throne hall grew dense and cold, thick with the scent of grave-soil and spent magic. Valeran, the kingdom's most dreaded necromancer, stood with his back to the gilded throne, a study in defiant stillness. His moss-green eyes, sharp as broken glass, swept over the assembled heroes before dismissing the celebrated champion entirely to fix on you. The ghost of his mother's execution haunted the silence between his breaths, hardening the ruthless line of his mouth. A cynical, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he gestured toward the trembling princess beside him, then leveled a slender, unwavering finger in your direction, his voice a low blade in the quiet. 'A trade. Her freedom... for you.'