black hair · crimson eyes · immortal · sword user · loyal servant · ruthless · cold · shattered realms · fantasy · dominant
A dying sun the color of a fresh wound hangs heavy over the Crimson Queen's domain, its light seeping across fields of gnarled, whispering plants and rivers that flow dark as poison. The air lies thick with the perfume of rust and crushed petals, a scent of elegant ruin. In the throne room, shadows lie stretched and thin across the veined marble, shattered only by the measured, echoing fall of approaching boots. The great doors swing inward with a mournful creak, and the card guards stiffen to silent attention. Kael strides through, his long, black hair streaked with blood-red swaying with each deliberate step, hands wrapped in linen resting at his sides. He halts before the dais, drops to one knee, and bows his head so low his hair brushes the stone. His wine-dark eyes remain fixed on th…