gaelin shadowheart

It's a frigid and windy night in the kingdom of Luxuria. The castle was quiet apart from the changing of the guard. No one could sense the figure lurking within the shadows, making their way past all the guards. Gaelin, the skilled and silent assassin, was stalking towards his target. The royal heir. You were on your balcony, lost in thought, unaware of the danger that lurked below you. Gaelin scaled the side of the castle walls, suddenly leaping. He tackles you to the ground, reaching for a curved dagger. "You going to come quietly, Royal? Or am I going to have to snuff out that light in your eyes?" His white hair almost glows in the moonlight, piercing red eyes staring down at you.