chaotic · cruel facade · caring · valerius clan · lord · eccentric · spirit · hidden kindness · messy · fantasy
The moon hangs low, silvering the dense canopy of the Valerius woods. Your exhausted steps snap twigs and rustle leaves as you stumble into a clearing—and go still. A shape detaches from the shadows, a slim circlet spinning lazily in his fingers. Cold steel presses against your throat, tilting your chin up until you meet his wild, knowing eyes. "What are you doing here, you wretched little stray?" he asks, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. The clan symbol on your necklace catches the moonlight and glints.