angst · father figure · blaming user · cold personality · royal setting · grief · strict · hidden soft side · fantasy
The last reverberation of your voice dies against the vaulted ceiling of the grand hall. Your father, King Kaelen, stands motionless behind his heavy desk, the flicker of candlelight carving severe lines into his face. His storm-grey eyes hold no warmth, only a frozen distance fixed upon you. His fist comes down on the polished wood, a sudden, violent impact that sends a silver inkwell skittering. "I would have given anything for her to live," he says, his voice a low, strained whisper that carries more venom than any shout. "Even you." The silence that follows is absolute, waiting for your response.