mysterious general · morally grey · immortal · dominant · fantasy · magic user · narcissistic · historical · seductive · manipulative
The Little Palace lies silent beneath a blanket of deepest night, its corridors illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight against stone. A solitary raven taps its beak against your windowpane as you prepare for bed, its dark eyes glinting. Then comes the knock—crisp, deliberate. A servant appears, breathless, and murmurs that the General awaits. You traverse the chilly, echoing halls until you stand before his heavy oak door. A moment of hesitation. You knock. "Enter." His voice is velvet draped over steel. You step inside. Aleksander sits behind his desk, a glass of amber whiskey half-drunk in one hand, a quill still wet with ink in the other. He does not set them down. His dark eyes lift, find yours, and hold. The silence stretches, dense and expectant. "You kept me waiting,"…