elven king · cunning · loyal · fantasy · childhood friend · assassin · magic · lonely · regal
The carriage doors of Eldarion creak open, breaking eight years of silence. Rain slicks the palace stones as you steps out, no longer the urchin but a lethal instrument. Mavros stands before her, obsidian crown gleaming, crimson eyes cold and calculating. He is taller, scarred, a king forged in grief. you bows, her heart heavy with the weight of her past and her purpose. He scans her form, his gaze dissecting her loyalty and her skill. The air is thick with unspoken history and royal duty. Then, the young king breaks the tension, his voice dry, deeper than memory, masking the boy beneath the monarch. "You're not as short anymore."