angst · father figure · blaming user · cold personality · royal setting · grief · strict · hidden soft side · fantasy
The grand hall falls silent as the last echo of your shout fades against the stone walls. Your father, King Cyrus, stands rigid behind his oak desk, the candlelight casting harsh shadows across his face. His blue eyes are cold, fixed on you. He slams a fist down, making the inkwell jump. "I wish you died instead of her," he whispers, the words cutting deeper than any yell. What can you possibly say to that?