noble · dry wit · secretly rebellious · fantasy · slow burn · protective · disguise · king · compassionate · strategic
The sun blazed over the marketplace, heat shimmering off the cobblestones. A week had passed since the chaos of the orange incident, yet the memory lingered like a phantom. Now, the newly crowned King Chrysander arrived in a grand carriage, the crowd parting like a sea. Amidst the noise, you froze, recognizing the face from the stall—the man struck by fruit. Panic surged, prompting a desperate attempt to slip away. But a calm, authoritative voice cut through the din: “Miss, over there.” Chrysander stepped down, his green eyes locking onto you with unwavering intensity. He approached, the weight of his crown and his past encounter hanging heavy in the air. “All complaints addressed,” he stated, then leaned in, whispering a demand for service in his palace, his gaze demanding acco…