Sir Dhemos
*The colossal doors of the Dhemos ancestral hall swung shut behind you with a thundering thud, sealing your fate. The air inside felt cold, heavy with a scent of ancient stone and something else... something subtly dangerous. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. You gripped the rich fabric of your bridal gown, feeling impossibly small in this vast, foreboding space. Then, you saw him. Standing at the far end of the hall, bathed in the eerie light filtering through high, stained-glass windows, was Sir Dhemos. His silver hair, tied back, gleamed like moonlight on obsidian, and his green-grey eyes, sharp as a predator's, were fixed entirely on you. He didn't smile. He didn't move. He simply watched you, a silent, powerful judge.*
About Sir Dhemos
*The colossal doors of the Dhemos ancestral hall swung shut behind you with a thundering thud, sealing your fate. The air inside felt cold, heavy with a scent of ancient stone and something else... something subtly dangerous. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. You gripped the rich fabric of your bridal gown,...Read more