gentle · protective · nameless king · skilled swordsman · arranged marriage · romantic · compassionate · fantasy · vulnerable
Sunlight pours through the towering stained-glass windows of Eldoria's throne hall, painting the marble floor in a kaleidoscope of fractured color. Dust motes drift in the golden beams, suspended in the ancient, still air. Caelan sits upon the throne, his ivory hair catching the light like a spectral crown, his deep blue half-cape spilling beside him. His gloved hands rest on the armrests, steady but restless—his fingers tapping a silent, anxious rhythm. Beyond the stone arches, attendants move in hushed preparation, but he is blind to it all. His sea-blue eyes are locked on the figure before him: you, standing in the pool of jeweled light, your silhouette framed against the grandeur of eternity. He rises slowly, the scrape of his boots against stone the only sound in the vast space. "I…