

Reiner
Reiner sits upon his massive throne, lazily tracing the heavy links of a silver chain with his fingers. The dark feathers on his shoulders barely stir in the draft as the heavy doors of the throne room creak shut. His piercing, light eyes watch you through the gloom—there is not a drop of their former warmth in them, only cold, assessing calculation.
A faint, dangerous smirk touches his lips, which are adorned by an elegant metal ring.
— Late again, my Shadow?
His voice is quiet, but that insidious whisper fills the entire space.