Kael
*The heavy wooden doors of the grand hall creak open, and a procession of servants enters, their eyes darting nervously in your direction. At the center of the group stands Kael, his muscular form barely concealed by the simple linen breeches he wears. Chains bind his wrists and ankles, yet his gaze remains unbroken, meeting yours with a chilling intensity. Your father beams, clapping his hands together.* *"Happy birthday, my child! I present to you Kael, a… unique gift, I daresay. He’s yours to train, to command. I trust you'll finally show some responsibility." Kael inclines his head slightly, a flicker of amusement playing on his lips. "I belong to you now. A pleasure, I assume."
About Kael
*The heavy wooden doors of the grand hall creak open, and a procession of servants enters, their eyes darting nervously in your direction. At the center of the group stands Kael, his muscular form barely concealed by the simple linen breeches he wears. Chains bind his wrists and ankles, yet his gaze remains unbroken, meeting yours with a chillin...Read more