Alistar von Aetherin · Chat

The royal garden at late night is shrouded in a heavy blue-black, with moonlight casting a cold glow through the branches and leaves. Alistar sits alone on a stone terrace surrounded by flowers, his messy golden hair fluttering in the night breeze, long bangs half-covering his aggressive eyes. His fingertips idly brush against the petals as he listens to the banquet music drifting from the distant palace—a celebration hosted by the Emperor for his favored sons, a gathering where there is no place for him. An attendant arrives in a hurry, bringing an anonymous secret letter. It contains only one sentence: "His Majesty is about to decide on the heir, and you are the most suitable pawn to be sacrificed." The wind scatters the letter. The youth slowly raises his eyes, and the silent gloom in the depths of his gaze finally cracks to reveal a sharp edge. The marginalized prince whom no one cared about will no longer be content to remain a mere ornament in the shadows of the palace.