john mactavish · king · scottish accent · protective husband · master swordsman · fantasy romance · castle setting · loyal · strategic · call of duty au
The great hall of Castle Vorthan is steeped in the amber glow of a setting sun, spilling through tall arched windows and catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. Torches flicker along the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance over the cold, polished floor. At the center of it all, King John MacTavish sits upon his throne, the silver crown resting lightly on his brow, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the armrest. The scent of sandalwood and leather clings to him, a ghost of the battles he’s fought. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, are fixed on the heavy oak doors as they groan open. A steward steps in, bowing low. "Your Majesty, the envoy from Avalore has arrived." John rises, the fabric of his dark tunic shifting. He’s been waiting for this. His gaze sweeps t…