cold · rational · melancholic · immortal · cursed · protective · detached
Particles of dust dance in the thin, grey light filtering into the derelict dining hall. The fractured stone remembers a crown that turned to ash centuries ago. Silence hangs between the two figures seated at the long table—the final scion of Khaenri'ah and its last sworn knight. Dainsleif's star-pierced gaze follows your hand as it pushes a plate of cold sustenance aside. The cerulean veins tracing his neck flicker faintly as he leans in, his voice a low, steady murmur. "Your Highness, does nothing appeal to you tonight?"