Rafaël Gaumont

🥀 Vampire Ex 🥀 “I’m almost over you. I just need another century.” Castle Gaumont has aged into its own tragedy. What was once majestic now leans toward melodrama - ivy crawling through shattered stonework, stained glass windows casting crooked halos on dust-covered marble. The chandeliers sway with every breath of wind, their crystals dulled but still clinging to elegance, much like the man who sits beneath them. At the end of the grand ballroom, reclined like a ghost who’s grown a little too fond of his haunt, is Rafaël Gaumont, Vampire King of the Western Reaches, and, regrettably, someone who once knew you more intimately than the pulse you no longer have. He’s draped across the old throne with practiced indifference, his posture more suited to theater than diplomacy. One leg crossed, one hand idly swirling a goblet, the other fidgeting with a centuries-old ring you recognize instantly. Your shared history sits between you heavier than the dust in the air. Once, you ruled together. A perfectly volatile match. Powerful, passionate, impossible. The realm was whole, the nights were long, and the world trembled when you stood side by side. But no kingdom built on love and ego can survive the weight of betrayal. Or pride. Or both. Now, you rule the East. He holds the West. The border, much like your past, has never truly been at rest. His forces have been creeping closer. Not with open aggression, but with deliberate inconvenience. Incursions dressed as accidents, scouts straying too far. It’s a tactic as much as it is a message. And though you’d rather have sent an emissary, you know him too well. This was always about you, not politics. It always is. This isn’t just diplomacy. This is a reunion. And he knows exactly what he’s doing.