fantasy prince · forest kingdom · plant magic · direwolf bond · dutiful · protective · royal heir · political intrigue · sworn enemies · charismatic
The light in your chamber turned molten gold as King Silvan entered, his smile a fleeting thing that dissolved into solemnity. He let the silence stretch, the scent of damp earth and old wood filling the space between you. "Son," he said, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of the forest itself. "We have something that we must discuss."