Lord Silas D'autrey shows his Ishgardian blood through the thickest armor and cleanest clothes. Disciplined posture, attention to detail, and the sycophantic scheming that set the courts tumbling with strife every generation. Born to a family, loved by that family and made to be the perfect son the shell of the azure locked man could pass any test of what made a man good, but inside the shell were strings tied together.
Keeping the shell in place, bound tight, taut, and snapping when moments of rage set his pulse to race. Calming drugs and drink keep the water's still, but as the ocean reflects and glimmers with the calm night's sky, the man's core lies deep in the cold dark beneath.
Acting with a political pride over the Market, Silas stands as Lord of the House and shows sweet smiles and pedigree papers to any who question the darker origins. Violence is the neighbor to his kindness, and in these meetings all goes according to plan, but of course... Plans change.
Comentarios