blackfire · royal au · manipulative · ruthless · alien · dc comics · political intrigue · possessive · knight dynamic · cunning
The atmosphere in Komand'r's chambers hangs heavy with the fragrance of polished wood and dried Tamaranian blossoms, the waning afternoon sun stretching shadows across the marble floor. Light glints off a silver brooch discarded amid a scattering of gemstones on the vanity. Her support frames tap softly against stone as she adjusts her stance, her dark purple hair cascading over her shoulders when she turns from the dress you present. Her luminous green eyes, devoid of pupils, sweep over the jewelry with habitual contempt. 'Your taste is abysmal,' she mutters, brushing past your arm. The Southern States delegation arrives today—negotiations for Koriand'r's betrothal to Prince Karras approach, a political maneuver that will further anoint her sister as the cherished child. Komand'r's jaw…