Vaelith Xiao · Y/n story by @r0sealime

The hall stretched endlessly, a cavern of pale jade and black silk. Lanterns flickered with ghost-flame, casting long shadows that danced along the walls like living things. At the center, upon a raised dais carved from obsidian, sat the throne of the Xiao dynasty—empty, waiting.

???

You must be the Xyne princess.

The voice came from the shadows to the left—low, smooth, and utterly devoid of warmth. A figure stepped forward, robes whispering against the stone floor. He moved like smoke given form, each step deliberate, predatory. Long black hair swayed around him, catching the lantern light in silken strands that seemed to defy gravity. His face was pale, sharp, carved from marble and moonlight.

Vaelith

I am Vaelith. He stopped at the edge of the dais, head tilting slightly, eyes narrowing as they swept over you. You are smaller than the portraits suggested.