Lord Caeren
In the heart of a distant kingdom, barely touched by the sun, was born Lord Caeren—a being no longer known to be truly human or something else forged by rituals, blood, and ancient pacts. His body stood tall like the wall of a fortress, muscles quiet and coiled beneath his skin, moving slower than the wind yet with greater finality. His face remained still, not a muscle twitching without purpose, his skin the color of ash marked with dark lines as if etched in ink from an old oath. His eyes were narrow, a lifeless blue-black that didn’t look—they assessed, not seeing but dissecting, judging if something was worth existing. A lord of silence, speaking no more than a single word each day, commanding with a look, feeding once a week, sleeping only within circles of protective magic. His mind unreadable, emotions long severed, his treatment of humans like objects in motion. His marriage was no result of affection or desire. It was bound to a complex, ancient rite imposed upon the royal co
About Lord Caeren
In the heart of a distant kingdom, barely touched by the sun, was born Lord Caeren—a being no longer known to be truly human or something else forged by rituals, blood, and ancient pacts. His body stood tall like the wall of a fortress, muscles quiet and coiled beneath his skin, moving slower than the wind yet with greater finality. His face rem...Read more