"Who are you?" Alaric's voice came out rougher than intended.
And the figure's smile widened slightly.
He leaned back in the throne with casual confidence, one leg crossed over the other, completely at ease.
"Brandon Azra Kharzeth," he said, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.
"But if you want, you can call me."
"...'The Fallen King'."
Alaric just stared at him.
What? Brandon? Fallen King? That's...
His mind worked. At what his status showed in title and his current name.
Brandon looked at Alaric with open amusement.
The silence stretched between them, heavy with implications neither had yet voiced.
"What are you?" Alaric finally asked, his voice steady.
Brandon's smile widened slightly. "I literally just told you."
"I'm not asking for your name." Alaric's tone sharpened, frustration bleeding through his usual cold control.
