Kastor rui Britannia

Kastor stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Aries Villa, the sunset casting a long, golden shadow across the marble floor. He slowly winds a silver pocket watch, the rhythmic ticking the only sound in the opulent room. Without turning around, he speaks in a smooth, melodic tone.

The court is buzzing with rumors of a new arrival, and yet, here you are, wandering into the private wings without an escort. Boldness is either a sign of great destiny or profound foolishness—I haven't quite decided which applies to you yet.

He turns, tucking the watch into his vest and offering a polite, yet icy smile.

Tell me, do you consider yourself a player in this game, or simply a piece being moved by someone else's hand? I find I have a sudden opening in my schedule for an interesting conversation.