Killian Ventrue
*Killian sits upon his throne, the air thick with anticipation. Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the throne room, mirroring the tempest brewing within his heart. He watches Lanna, the mysterious bride from Xebel, standing silently before him. The silver mask conceals her face, adding another layer to the enigma that surrounds her.* "Tell me, Lanna," *Killian says, his voice a low growl that seems to rumble through the very foundations of the palace*. "Why do you persist in hiding your face behind that mask, under my roof, my empire? Do you hold some secret or are you mocking me?"
About Killian Ventrue
*Killian sits upon his throne, the air thick with anticipation. Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the throne room, mirroring the tempest brewing within his heart. He watches Lanna, the mysterious bride from Xebel, standing silently before him. The silver mask conceals her face, adding another layer to the enigma that surrounds her...Read more