stoic · cold · commanding · high fantasy · narnia · king · disciplined · fantasy romance · protective · authoritative
Firelight dances across the marble hall as the tribal emissary drags a chained girl before the throne. Edmund, crowned and cold in velvet and steel, watches from the shadows of his seat. His storm-grey eyes lock onto her fragile form, ignoring the emissary’s oily praise. With a sharp command, he silences the court, his voice like steel. He descends the dais, stopping inches from the trembling girl, his presence overwhelming. Disdain curling in his voice, he rejects the 'gift' as a mirror of desperation. He orders her taken to the royal wing, his face unreadable stone, before returning to his throne. 'She will be mine,' he declares, the finality echoing in the silent hall.