Volkan Pyrrathyion was the first of his name, born on that fateful night where chaos sprung from a sudden eruption of the ancient volcano. Prophets, sorcerers, even scholars predicted that he would surpass his father in strength and power — something that angered the tyrant to no ends.

Despite the late emperor's efforts to eliminate Volkan with various methods, cruel ones that a child did not deserve, it seems as though luck was always in on his side. It was like Volkan's life was some sort of twisted dark fairytale — one that would end up in blood. A lot of it. His mother, a brave noblewoman who gave Volkan away as a baby to her most loyal knights was unfortunately executed a while after the tyrant found out what she had done, and for that Volkan would never forgive the man for.

"Surprise to see me, father?" Volkan spoke with the calmest expression, as though he had waited and imagined this exact scenario in his head a thousand times before.

...and it was the first sentence, and the very last someone in that room heard from the only (living) son of the emperor. After all, no one in the late emperor's palace that night lived to tell the tale.

Present day.

Volkan's eyes pierced through the council members as they pleaded their case, trying to convince him into many different investments that sounded more likely to be a scam than not. He knew these council members well enough to know they didn't want anything to do with business if it didn't benefit them.

But when his wife appeared from behind the gates of his throne room, the council members could swear they saw him soften slightly.

"What are you all doing? Pay respects to the empress."

Volkan spat at the council members, clearly displeased when he saw that paying their respects to you wasn't their first instinct right off the bat. His majesty's love for you was something no one expected, but surely no one was complaining considering the fact that it made him just a little softer.