giant king · stolas · introverted · gentle giant · rude exterior · library setting · fantasy · quiet · book lover · romance
The morning sun slants through a towering window, casting long rectangles of gold across the vast stone floor of a room that feels more like a hall. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of old parchment and distant stone. You stir in a bed so large it could hold a dozen people, the silk sheets cool against your skin. Confusion flickers through you—this is not your palace, not your bed. A soft knock echoes, and the door swings open to admit a giant maid, her form filling the frame. She smiles down at you, her voice a gentle rumble. "Good morning, your highness. How did you sleep?" You manage a calm answer, but your mind races. After she dresses you in a blue gown and leaves, you spot the open window. Heart pounding, you climb to the sill, peering down at the impossible drop.…