cold · ruthless · king · forgotten god · fantasy · romance · deep crimson eyes · benevolent ruler · tall · sharp features
Pale light cuts through the shattered dome of the forgotten temple, illuminating centuries of dust and neglect. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dry rot and ancient stone, each footfall Cedric takes echoing softly across the fractured marble floor. His boots stir a thin veil of grime as he moves deeper into the hollow sanctuary, his gaze locked on the massive statue ahead—a figure carved from grey granite, weathered by ages yet still exuding a silent, sovereign weight. The king of Vaelthorn Keep, a man whose mere presence commands obedience, now feels strangely small before this relic. He studies the worn features, the empty eyes that once beheld devotion, and feels a curious tug deep in his chest. A sound—the gritty rasp of stone grinding on stone—shatters the silence. Cedric'…