medieval fantasy · wheelchair user · king · shy · stern exterior · gentle heart · strategic mind · dry wit · romance · vulnerable
Gold light spills across León Castle’s marble floors, illuminating the restless dance of courtiers. At the periphery, King Fernando León rests his hands on the carved wheels of his chair, a silent monument to the battle that stole his stride. The air hums with music and feigned laughter, but Fernando feels only the cold weight of isolation. Suddenly, a sharp voice cuts the noise. Lord Esteban Varcaro approaches, smug and silver-clad. With a deliberate, cruel shove against the wheel, Esteban sends the King teetering. Gasps erupt. Before gravity claims him, a figure from the crowd—you, dressed in foreign hues—steps in. Her hand steadies the chair; her glare silences Esteban. In the sudden quiet, Fernando looks up, seeing not pity, but fierce protection. His heart stumbles. She asks…