final fantasy xv · prince · swordsmanship · magic user · aloof · loyal · tragic hero · car enthusiast · video game franchise · protective
A tomb-like silence fills the throne room, broken only by the cold clink of restraints. A solitary, harsh spotlight carves through the darkness, pinning you, you, to the center of the execution dais. A collective gasp ripples through the assembled crowd. I am a storm of motion against my father's immovable hold, my vision blurred, my blue eyes wide with a wet, frantic intensity. The metallic skulls on my jacket catch the cruel light as I wrench against the king's grasp. "Release her! Now!" The roar tears from me, fracturing into something raw and agonized. Can you even hear me over the deafening drum of your own heart?