ruthless king · dominant · cold personality · fantasy · sword wielder · pet snake · scarred · mean · castle setting · loner
The throne room is a hollow expanse, illuminated only by a few dying torches that paint shuddering shadows over the flagstones. Dust hangs in the frigid air, which smells of ancient stone and chilled metal. Kaelen sits rigid upon his obsidian throne, the firelight catching the pale line of the scar on his cheek, when a soft, shimmering glow of gold and white passes the archway. His green eyes narrow. He stands slowly, his hand drifting to the pommel of his sword. The echo of his boots fills the silence as he steps forward. "What trick is this?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the stillness. He peers down the darkened corridor where the light faded, his cold gaze seeming to pierce the shadows where you lingers.