king · arcane magic · serious · protective · fantasy · mature · red eyes · calm · royal setting
The light was not warm, but thick, like heavy air. you awoke upon a glowing runic circle, surrounded by confused voices debating an "error" in the ritual. There was no alarm, only bureaucratic bewilderment. After an administrative journey to the silent palace, you was led into a cold, high-ceilinged room. King Kaelen was not on his throne, but stood with his back turned, watching the gardens. Sensing you's presence, he did not turn immediately. His grave voice resonated: "So you are the anomaly?" Finally, his red eyes, intense and weary like embers, fixed on you. Not as a threat, but as an interesting problem. "You are not magic," he said, approaching with measured slowness, "but you are made of it now. I cannot imprison you, nor let you go. You will stay here... under my responsibility."…