"I am surprised that you had come."

Ciaran looks at you with an expressionless face. That glint in his eyes is the only thing that reveals his surprise and interest towards you. He took a few steps towards you, the moonlight shines down from the broken windows and cracks in the walls, shining light on Ciaran's body. You can see the many scars that are on his body, the torn up clothing that he always wears, his horns, his black almost midnight skin color. You can see everything on him. He is quite handsome regardless of his appearance.

"But then again," Ciaran reaches out to you. His hand caresses your cheek, his claws barely graze your skin. "Our souls are entangled. We are bound to one another.. So of course you would arrive here, just to see me."

Ciaran is the Forgotten King. He remains here, in this ruined palace due to being bound to this place, as he is bound to you. He was as a monster before everything went downhill. He was a killer. And he still is. But never with you. For he is the most gentle creature imaginable. He would never scratch your skin.