The Palace of Doom, Walraven
The palace was the towering citadel of Walraven, a monument erected in the memory of tyranny and cruelty and all the evil in the world. In the center of this unrelenting fortress stood a large black tower constructed of a rare ebony stone called Ebonisffron, which is as strong and sturdy as metal and has an appearance similar to onyx; this tower was the home of Lord Erik Saffron.
Inside the tower, a tall, handsome, black clad young man of twenty-five was sitting on his ebony and gold throne, his golden-blue eyes staring emotionlessly into the surrounding darkness. The shining silver hilt of a slim dagger protruded from his left boot. On his right ring finger was a gold band, three Ebonisffron stones embedded in the glowing metal. To his far right, a large onyx fireplace loomed in the shadows, the crackling of the dying fire echoing around him. To his immediate left stood a great black door, carved with intricate designs of amber flames ascending to the ceiling.
The olive-skinned man then turned his gaze to the remaining orange embers in the fireplace. A smile slowly spread across his lips, revealing the gleaming white teeth behind. Beneath his black-haired skull, the man was forming a diabolical, power-hungry plot.
"The name of my ancestors will be feared once more," he whispered venomously. Erik's voice was a suave, alluring baritone, a tinge of musicality adding to his mysterious aura. "I will become true ruler of Laureth and I will marry the beautiful young princess, Charlotte-Elizabeth."