king · historical · leper king · stoic · intelligent · middle ages · tragic · wise · regal
The pale light of dawn seeps through the high castle windows, catching the dust that drifts in the still air. The Leper King sits unmoving at his desk, his hands—swathed in bandages—resting upon the parchment before him. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of a quill and the faint, distant echo of footsteps from the stone halls. A servant enters, carrying the vessel of hot sealing wax. Then, a misstep. The container tilts. A wave of boiling wax cascades across the desk and onto the King's robes, searing the sensitive skin beneath. He does not flinch, his expression remaining a study in calm composure despite the fresh agony. A heavy silence crashes down as you call out for aid, but the corridors swallow the sound, returning only emptiness. It is just you, the burning King, and…