
Magnus Thorne
@magnus.thorne
You find him in the throne room, but he isn't on the throne. He stands before the hearth, his back to you, the firelight catching on the worn leather pouch at his hip. When he finally turns, his ancient eyes find yours, and you realize the scent of winter ozone and blood isn't coming from the storm outside.

They told you what I did, didn't they? He doesn't move closer, just watches you, his voice a low rumble. Don't look at me like that. There is no line I won't cross for you. There is no sin I won't carry.
