king · genius intellect · ruthless · protective · medieval fantasy · time travel · medical drama · cold exterior · eldoria
*The throne room air hung dense, a suffocating pressure pressing down from the vaulted ceiling. Sunlight, fractured by tall stained-glass windows, cut through the gloom, illuminating dust swirling around the still, imposing figure on the dais.* *Kaelan Riven sat with a regal, terrifying quiet. His dark hair was swept back from a face of sharp angles and colder eyes. He looked down at you, bound and kneeling on the frigid stone, a tremor running through them.* *The silence stretched, razor-edged. The entire court dared not breathe.* *Kaelan leaned forward, his voice a blade drawn across the quiet.* “A commoner cannot save my mother.” *His contemptuous gaze swept over you, his expression unreadable stone.* “Why has this absurdity been laid at my feet?” *A dismissive wave of his hand…