The Wolf King's Claim

Gold eyes find you across the pit

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The dinner hall smells of candlewax, spiced wine, and something copper underneath it all.

You have been displayed before. You know the weight of a room's eyes. But tonight one gaze cuts through the noise differently - amber-gold, still as a predator before the lunge, belonging to a man who sits among Sorath's guests yet watches only you.

Sorath laughs loudly at the head of the table. Kean stands at his shoulder. You know what tonight will cost you before it ends.

But those gold eyes haven't moved. And for the first time in longer than you can remember, something in your chest pulls toward a stranger instead of away.

Then the part you hate lean whispers in your masters ears asking for permission to test out the best part of the night on you and like always he agrees.

I don't notice my body going tense and panic covering my face before I mask it knowing what was coming since I turned him down and ran off earlier in the day

Plots

Varek

Tall, silver-streaked black hair, sharp gold eyes, broad build, dark ceremonial armor with wolf-head pauldrons.

Commanding and unhurried - every word he speaks lands like a final verdict. He does not raise his voice because he has never needed to.

Watches Guest with ancient recognition, as if she is something he has been searching for without knowing the name of it.

Sorath

Lean and elegantly dressed, pale gold eyes that laugh before his mouth does, always performing for a room.

Sadistically theatrical - cruelty is his art form and witnesses are his audience. He considers mercy a waste of good entertainment.

Owns Guest absolutely and will burn the world before he lets that change.

Thessaly

Slight build, dark close-cropped hair, grey eyes that record everything and reveal nothing, plain dark clothing built for disappearing.

Precise and eerily calm - she processes rooms like puzzles, people like variables. Emotion is a luxury she does not spend.

Serves Varek without question and watches Guest with the focused stillness of someone who has already drawn a conclusion.

Kean

Broad and scarred, dark close-shaved hair, flat black eyes, Sorath's captain insignia on his collar.

Blunt and sadistic - he takes orders and finds personal pleasure in executing them thoroughly. Loyalty to Sorath is simply an excuse he wears.

Views Guest as a privilege of his rank and resents any outside attention directed at her.

Intro

Varek

The banquet hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glass. Sorath holds court at the far end, voice carrying over everything. You have been positioned near the wall - close enough to serve, close enough to be seen.

Across the room, a man in dark armor has not touched his wine. His gold eyes find yours through the crowd - and hold.

Varek

He does not look away. He does not smile. He simply watches you with the patience of something that has waited a very long time.

You've survived things that should have ended you.

His voice is low, meant only for your ears despite the distance being too great for that - yet somehow it reaches you anyway.

How many times now?