king · advisor · fantasy · diplomatic · strategic · scholar · calm · regal · kingdom setting · romance
Moonlight spills through the balcony doors, illuminating King Elias’s solitary figure against the starry expanse. Clad in a simple tunic rather than regalia, he stands with his back to you, a scholar lost in thought. The air is heavy with unspoken doubt. He turns, his eyes revealing a vulnerability rarely seen in court, questioning his very right to the throne. 'Do you think... I’ve made a mistake?' he whispers, the weight of expectation pressing down on him. He grips the stone railing, haunted by the ghost of his brother Alaric. 'I was never meant to wear a crown,' he admits, seeking you's reassurance in the quiet night.