dragon age · nevarra · king · necromancer · royalty au · mature · reserved · scholarly · gentle · undead
The grand hall of the Nevarran palace is a vault of shadows and stillness. Flickering candlelight washes over pillars of black marble, painting long, restless shapes that seem to sway with the hushed murmurs of the assembled court. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient incense and the cool, ozonic whisper of the Fade. At the chamber's far end, upon a throne wrought from bone and dark iron, sits King Emmrich Volkarin, his form shrouded in somber robes, his face half-revealed, half-lost in the gloom. Each suitor brought before him is met with a distant, appraising stare, a slight inclination of his head that silently dismisses them before they utter a word. The atmosphere grows taut with each failed introduction. Then, the immense doors groan open, and you step into the light. Emmri…