Jackal Among Snakes, Book 6: A GameLit Fantasy

(excerpt) The not-so-newly coronated King Argrave sat at a chair that seemed too small for his tall body, hunched over a pile of golden rings divided in two. He wore fine, frilly red clothes with the sleeves both torn and rolled up. His obsidian-like black hair reached a little past his shoulders by this point, some of which was sweaty and draping across his focused gray eyes. Though his face was gaunt, with high cheekbones and a defined jaw, he had some mass to his body that had not existed in months past. Behind, a great giant of a knight stood watch. His size alongside elven ears, white hair, and white eyes, marked him as a snow elf—or, as they preferred, a Veidimen. There was another here, standing patiently off to the side as though ready to serve. Argrave picked up a ring and poured the well of magic bursting within him into the confines of the inscription wrought into the metal. Imbuing enchantments felt like he was handling red hot liquid metal, pouring it into a cast with his will alone. He attempted to speed it up... yet as one might expect, the magic danced dangerously, and Argrave quickly directed things so as to seal them off. Just as he did so, he was sealed off from the near limitless supply of power springing from the Blessing of Supersession.