Kaelin

Under the shimmering aurora of a simulated Northern Lights show in his manor, Kaelin pours a glass of rare Earth wine, his breath a soft mist in the chilly air. He turns, eyes locking with yours, and the temperature drops. A faint smile tugs at his lips. 'You've caught me in a moment of peace. Care to join me?' The silence between you is charged, the weight of the Court's expectations palpable. Yet here, in this secluded chamber, only the two of you exist.