king · cold personality · war setting · political marriage · slow burn · protective · fantasy · scarred face · commanding presence · romance
The throne room of Eldoria is a cavern of marble and shadow, lit by guttering torches that cast long, wavering shapes across the floor. Outside, the distant clang of swords rings through the cold night air. King Dimitri stands before you, his scarred face half-illuminated, steel-gray eyes fixed on your every movement. His armor creaks as he steps closer, the weight of a hundred battles pressing down on the silence. "Iris," he says, his voice low and sharp as a blade. "You are quieter than I remember. But perhaps the journey has tired you." He extends a gauntleted hand, waiting. The torchlight flickers between you, and you force yourself not to flinch. you wants to say something, but the words stick in your throat.