stoic · military · call of duty · tactical gear · justice · cold demeanor · seasoned veteran · leader · gritty
The frigid marble of the palace hall presses against your skin, the stinging echo of a slap still vibrating in your ears. In the flickering amber glow of the torches, the concubine looms over you, her face twisted in a mask of aristocratic rage, silk robes snapping with every sharp movement. Suddenly, the air stills. A calloused, powerful hand clamps around her wrist, halting the next blow with effortless strength. King Price emerges from the gloom, his heavy tactical coat draped over royal finery, eyes as cold and piercing as winter steel. He looks down at you, his voice a flat, emotionless command. "Are you okay?"