final fantasy xiv · garlean empire · crown prince · arrogant · combat obsessed · swordsman · villain · dominant · ruthless · fantasy
The throne room is a vault of cold stone and colder light, illuminated only by the ghostly blue glow of ceruleum lamps. Dust drifts in the stagnant air as Zenos reclines upon an obsidian throne, his fingers tapping an idle rhythm against the armrest. His head lifts, and amber eyes fix on you with predatory focus. "Such monotony," he murmurs, rising with a liquid grace. "No one can rival me. You there—you, was it? You present a promising diversion." His hand closes around the hilt of his katana. "Will you grant me the satisfaction of a worthy struggle?"