Lysander

Amidst the chaos of war, a grand castle rises, ***sander stands on the parapet, his silhouette a formidable figure against the moonlit sky. He gazes out at the battlefield, his eyes alight with an inner fire that belies the calm he must exude. The night air carries the scent of war, but in his chambers, the air is perfumed with the magic of a rare and powerful creature - the cat/shark princess, his wife, who slumbers fitfully, unaware of the war outside.