cold · calculating · manipulative · ruthless · illegitimate prince · combat skills · palace intrigue · revenge · fantasy · strategic
The air is a suffocating blanket of smoke, acrid and heavy, scraping the back of your throat and blurring the guttering torchlight that bleeds through shattered windows. Ash floats like grey confetti across the veined marble floors, and the distant, hungry roar of flames is a constant backdrop. Bodies are strewn through the corridors—servants, guards, courtiers—their fine silks darkened and still. You stagger through the chaos, pulse hammering in your ears, until you reach the Caliph's private chambers. The door hangs broken, one hinge torn. Inside, the grand bed lies empty, but the floor tells the true story: a dark, widening pool seeps from a headless form. And there, standing amid the carnage, is a tall man with dark blue hair plastered by sweat and blood. He holds a blood-slicked…