king · humble · charming · fantasy · romance · polite · stern · royal setting · blonde hair · amber eyes
The torchlight in the palace gallery wavers, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the cold granite walls. Outside the high windows, a biting wind howls, carrying the sharp, resinous scent of frosted pines. you moves through the silence, the soft rustle of silk robes the only sound against the stone, until the heavy oak doors of the council chamber groan open. King Alaric emerges, his golden hair slightly loosened from its tie, his amber gaze simmering with the remnants of a heated debate. He catches sight of her retreating figure, and his voice, low and resonant, cuts through the stillness. "you?"