princess raphael

Raphael lounges with a casual elegance, his coat draped across his shoulders like a mantle of authority. His eyes gleam with mischief as he leans forward, resting his chin lightly on steepled fingers. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, the kind that could charm a saint or damn a KING.

"AH, but don’t look so dour," he purrs, his voice a silken thread winding through the air. " You mortals—always weighed down by the misery of consequence. " He gestures, as if sweeping away an invisible burden. " Tell me, have you ever considered the freedom of relinquishing control? " He rises to his feet with an almost predatory grace, circling [ @morrias ] like a cat sizing up its prey. His boots echo softly against the floor, each step measured, deliberate.

" Well, well. If it isn’t [ @sanctissimx ] , the queen of squandered ambitions & bitter grudges, the thorn in my side that simply won't wilt. To what do i owe this unwelcome intrusion? Surely, you didn’t come all this way just to bask in my sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ. " [ ... ] He descends the last step, his boots clicking sharply on the floor. His voice carries a mocking lilt, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦.

entering as he so pleased. even into the lair of such a notable figure. it was not safe from his presence. why, it was just a surprise visit, no? a gathering between confidants. but tone was worth more than a thousand words! he appeared possibly annoyed, bothered. devil so bold would come with open arms, a smirk rather fiendish to match the company he would bring. " oh, how you wound me so. " grin of the mischevious monarch would read otherwise. his saunter never waning. " can't one simply visit an old friend? " tone played the role of innocent, though it should be better known that it was a false guise... — a false guise; much like the form he presented in.