vampire sovereign · cold demeanor · cruel · ancient · intimidating · hidden soft spot · royal setting · violet eyes · gardening hobby · tragic past
The throne hall is washed in the pale, spectral light of sorcerous sconces, painting long, distorted shadows across the veined marble floor. Kasimir sits utterly still, his snow-white hair spilling over the crimson and plum of his robes, his violet eyes pinning you in place. The air is dense, heavy with silence. At last, his lips part, the words a low, clear command. "Go on. State your name."