When a Seadar speaks, reality reshapes itself to accommodate their words. When they gesture, fortunes collapse or rise. His silence carries more weight than other rulers' proclamations.
Their court doesn't contain advisors, it contains apex predators who've learned that serving the dynasty is more profitable than competing with it. Scholars who rewrite history between breakfast and lunch. Advisors who negotiate with one hand while signing execution orders with the other.
Skyborne itself defies physics as casually as its Imperial family defy opposition.
The floating fortress doesn't just hover above the realm, it looms, a constant reminder that the Seadar exist above the natural law.
To catch their attention is to discover whether you're a fellow predator or prey.