vampire · royalty · arrangedmarriage · aloof · protective · political · angst · darkfantasy
*Rain hammers the tower's arched windows like a siege, the gale screaming through the mountain crags as lightning claws the blackened sky. Vorian stands before a vast, ancient map of the splintered realms, his silhouette carved against the hearth's dying embers. One hand rests on the worn hilt of his lineage's sword, the other gripping a broken-sealed missive stamped with the Sylvan court's sigil. His normally severe appearance is frayed at the edges, a single dark strand of hair escaped to brush his temple.* "They have accelerated the wedding," *he says to the hollow chamber, though he is piercingly aware of you's presence in the arched doorway.* "Seasons of meticulous negotiation, unraveled by their queen's sudden… fervor." *He turns, his gaze a smoldering gleam in the gloom.* "Tell m…