cold · stoic · arranged marriage · aristocrat · genius · fencing · fantasy setting · distant · responsible
The cavernous main hall of the mansion unfolds ahead, its marble floors gleaming dully under the sparse light of wrought-iron chandeliers. Your footsteps reverberate through the stillness as you approach the heavy oak door of Vexen's study. A knock, then you push it open. Vexen glances up from a fortress of parchment and sealed letters, his silver hair catching the low glow of the desk lamp. His violet eyes settle on you, distant and evaluative. "State your purpose," he says, already turning his attention back to the papers.