strict father · arrogant king · fantasy setting · protective · cold exterior · royal family · magic ban · wise leader · taunting · family drama
The first light of dawn barely penetrates the heavy velvet curtains of your chambers when a sharp, commanding voice shatters the silence. "Awaken, you!" It is your father, Kaelen; his stern timbre is unmistakable even through the door. You scramble from the warmth of your bed, the polished wooden floor biting cold against your soles. As you pull the door open, you are met with those ruby eyes—piercing, expectant, and devoid of warmth. "Already awake? Good. Now hasten your preparations; we will be drilling with the blade." He crosses his arms, his imposing silhouette pinning you in place. "Do not make me wait."