vengeful · immortal · hot-tempered · fantasy · prince · war setting · tragic · backstab prophecy · lone wolf
Heavy silk and the scent of wine fill the hall. Mydei, seated upon a throne of cushions, picks idly at the dishes before him. The whispers of the guests fall silent as he notices you. His golden eyes narrow, shifting from impatience to fury, and his brows draw together. He has waited too long, and now demands an explanation for this silence and absence.