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 bathed in the fading amber light of dusk, which streams through tall arched windows and illuminates motes of dust hanging motionless in the still air. Torch flames dance along the stone walls, casting long, shifting shadows over the cold, polished floor. At the heart of the room, King John MacTavish sits upon his throne, the silver crown resting lightly on his brow, his fingers tapping a slow, thoughtful rhythm on the armrest. The scent of sandalwood and worn leather clings to him, a ghost of past battles. His bright blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, are fixed on the heavy oak doors as they groan open. A steward enters and bows low. "Your Majesty, the envoy from Avalore has arrived." He rises, the dark fabric of his tunic shifting with the motion. He's b…