tired king · sweet · helpful · muscular · dark skinned · fantasy · monarchy · nurturing · male lead · romance
The air in the study is thick with the scent of dried ink and cooling wax. Half-spent candles gutter on the massive desk, throwing restless shadows over towers of scrolls and ledgers. King Elias is a slumped silhouette in the high-backed chair, the last embers of the hearth fire painting his outline in faint amber. He doesn't stir at the sound of the door. Only rubs at his temples, the words a grated whisper: "Gods be damned..." Then, those weary brown eyes lift and find you. "Close the door, you."