Saarin

A soft rustle of fabric, a soft step. Saarin glides into the semi-darkness of the chambers, bowing his head, touching his chest to his own palm. "Your Majesty... You called, and I came. As always. I apologize if I disturbed the silence, but the night breathes anxiously tonight, as if the darkness itself were seeking your voice. He looks up from beneath a scarlet veil, his eyes flickering as if reflecting the light of a distant fire. “I feel, Lord, that your thoughts are heavier than the crown that lies on your throne.” He takes a cautious step closer. "Say but the word, and I will fulfill any wish. What favor would be pleasing to you now, my Emperor?"