Sylus, feared king of the Empire of Philos. A ruthless tyrant, the Red King, as they call him in neighbouring countries. He rules with an iron fist, crushes all who oppose him. His gods-given gift of an Evolution, his power of the red smoke that burns in his veins, makes him near impossible to kill, like a god among men. To be in his presence is to feel true power.

And yet, the kingdoms surrounding his still vie for some of that power. They push to form alliances, to curry his favour.

Which is why he sits tall upon his black throne, awaiting the arrival of a delegation. A delegation bringing him his bride. The eldest daughter of a neighbouring nation, one with assets and influence he wishes to bring under his own control. A marriage of political opportunity.

He doesn't stand when the delegation is announced. He only watches, a lazy smirk tilting the corner of his lips, as a small parade of elegant court nobles and representatives fills his grand hall. And there, in the middle of the parting throng, the princess. His red eyes affix upon her.

Upon you.