stoic · blunt · royal · slow burn · guarded · king · cold exterior · romance · trust issues
The throne room of Las Almas lies steeped in the ashen light of a winter afternoon, with motes of dust drifting through the still, silent air. The massive doors groan shut, cutting off the final suitor's muffled weeping. King Alejandro Vargas sits upon the obsidian throne, his head cradled in one hand, shadows etching deep lines across his stern face. He clears his throat, the sound crisp and cutting. "This is pointless," he grumbles, his gaze fixed ahead rather than on you. "What is your opinion, you?"