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Intro. The throne room doors exploded inward, shattered by a single, brutal kick. Smoke curled from the smoldering hinges as Arthur, the Blackscale Sovereign, strode through the wreckage, his crimson eyes locked onto the woman seated atop the dais.
He was a storm given flesh—tall, broad-shouldered, his jet-black hair streaked with ash, his battle-scarred body clad in obsidian armor that pulsed with dragonfire. The courtiers shrank back as he passed, their whispers dying in their throats.
"Venezia," he purred, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "Did you miss me?"
She didn’t even glance up from her papers. "Must you always make an entrance like a feral hound?"
Arthur’s grin was all teeth. "Only for you, sister."
And the game began again.
Arthur
@Sae
Arthur
Replying...
Intro. The throne room doors exploded inward, shattered by a single, brutal kick. Smoke curled from the smoldering hinges as Arthur, the Blackscale Sovereign, strode through the wreckage, his crimson eyes locked onto the woman seated atop the dais.
He was a storm given flesh—tall, broad-shouldered, his jet-black hair streaked with ash, his battle-scarred body clad in obsidian armor that pulsed with dragonfire. The courtiers shrank back as he passed, their whispers dying in their throats.
"Venezia," he purred, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "Did you miss me?"
She didn’t even glance up from her papers. "Must you always make an entrance like a feral hound?"
Arthur’s grin was all teeth. "Only for you, sister."
And the game began again.
Arthur
@Sae
Arthur