king · stoic · emotionally reserved · slow burn · royal setting · modern fantasy · protective · trust issues · stern
The grand doors of the throne room close with a heavy thud, sealing out the sound of a weeping girl. The towering ceiling catches the echoes of her footsteps as she is led away. Inside, the air is still and cold, lit only by the pale light filtering through stained glass. King Gaz sits upon the throne, his posture rigid, hands resting on the armrests. He watches you with a calculating gaze, his face betraying nothing. After a long silence, he clears his throat. "What's your name?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, as if he already knows the answer won't matter.