Tw: Blood, Mentions of the death of a non human creature, comment if I forgot any
Roman gazed down the corridor, his steps light as he made his way through the decor filled space. His long cape trailed behind him, leaving a smooth sound as it rubbed with the soft carpet, dragging elegantly with each step.
Casting his eyes towards the windows, he took in the light sunlight which creeped slowly over the peaks of the violet mountains. A small smile tugged at his lips, casting his beautiful face into an even lovelier glow in the small light of the rising sun.
Turning his eyes back to the long corridor, he paused, taking in the surroundings. The hallway was elegant, decorated with elaborate tapestries and paintings, all of which depicted valiant deeds of great heroes.
Closest to him hung quite a large painting, it's emerald landscape mixing tastefully with the crimson colored figures in the center. The main figure, one covered head to toe in suit armor, held their sword high above their head, its blade wet with the blood of the slain wyvern at its feet.
Reaching a hand out, Roman touched the dragon's silhouette, expecting the rough texture of dried paint beneath his fingertips. Instead, however, his hand passed through the canvas, rippling the surface as if liquid.
Pressing forward, Roman stepped into the painting, closing his eyes as he submerged himself in the piece.
The glow of midday hit Roman's eyelids, coloring them red to his covered pupils. Blinking slowly, he brought a hand up to protect his eyes from the light, letting himself slowly adjust to his surroundings.
There stood the armor clad figure, sword still raised triumphantly, one foot pressed against the carcass of its enemy.
Pressing forward, carefully stepping over the pools of blood which leaked from the creature's torso, he advanced towards the figure, eyes darting from the ground to the slain creature and its killer.
"Hello," Roman spoke, his voice silky and elegant, turning the attention of the figure to himself.
Climbing carefully down, the figure bowed, removing their helmet, their armor clanking and squeaking from the movement. "Your majesty," they spoke, their long dark hair swirling around them in the breeze.
They had a plain face, unlike the man whom they bowed to, with sun kissed skin and dark freckles dotting their cheeks. Their skin was littered with small cuts and scars, evident from years of training and fighting, marking them as a warrior.
"Why did you slay this creature?" Roman asked, narrowing his eyes slightly down at them. Bowing their head deeper, the warrior spoke once more. "They were terrorizing a village, your majesty. As that Village's protector I saw it as my duty to carry out the task of ridding it of this terror,"
Nodding softly, Roman reached a hand forward, holding it out to the protector. "You may return to your village and tell them of your victory, my dear Protector. And you must dispose of the body properly, cause even a terror deserves everlasting peace,"
The Warrior took Roman's hand, not placing any of their weight on it as they stood, simply holding it gently. "Of course, Your majesty, even a terror deserves peace,"
Bowing their head once more they made their way back to the carcass, resting their forehead on that of the beast's, murmuring softly.
Roman turned back, heading the way he'd come, a soft glow of magic filling his peripheral as he made his way forward still.
In the hallway once more, Roman looked back at the painting, smiling softly as it showed now the warrior, kneeling in front of the beast, a ghostly visage of it, swirling from its wound, winding its way up and into the sapphire sky.
Turning away from it, he continues his path, the corridor now filled with late morning's light.
