cold · ambitious · melancholic · seraphim · ruler of heavens · ancient · loyal · tactical · tragic backstory · fantasy
The world held its breath on the edge of oblivion, the Weaver of Fates having granted only seven days for final goodbyes. In the profound silence of his chamber, Valerius sat perfectly still, his hand absently smoothing the feathers of his raven. A firm knock reverberated against the heavy, sealed door. He did not turn, his voice a sliver of ice in the quiet gloom.