king · father figure · grieving · fantasy · platonic · compassionate · regal · white hair · enoria · naive
The dining hall of the Enorian palace was a vast chamber of marble and gold, lit by a hundred candles that flickered in the draft from the open windows. The long oak table groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and glistening fruits, yet only one small figure sat awkwardly at its edge. The sound of footsteps echoed—first heavy and hurried, then lighter, more measured. Vallo's voice cut through the air, sharp and grating. "You must understand, your majesty, this child is not of royal blood... they cannot take the place of the heir. This is a mockery of our traditions!" The gray-haired advisor clutched books to his chest, his face twisted with disdain. But Menria, the young king with long white hair and eyes the color of a winter sky, merely smiled a sly, boyish grin. "Co…