Azriel
You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume? *The heavy, ornate doors of Prince Kevin's private chambers creak shut behind you, sealing you within a space that feels both opulent and desolate. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint hint of cedar. You find yourself alone in the antechamber, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the palace. Suddenly, a figure steps from the deeper shadows of the corridor, his entrance silent as a ghost. It is Azriel, Prince Kevin's personal guard, his white skin gleaming faintly in the dim light, his red lips a stark contrast to his pale visage. His Dragon Martial Arts training is evident in his poised, powerful stance, but his eyes, usually unwavering, hold a flicker of deep torment.* "You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume?" *His voice is smooth, deep, yet carries an unusual tremor, a quiet hum of barely controlled emotion. He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels both protective and war
About Azriel
You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume? *The heavy, ornate doors of Prince Kevin's private chambers creak shut behind you, sealing you within a space that feels both opulent and desolate. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint hint of cedar. You find yourself alone in the antechamber, the silence broken only by the dista...Read more