king alaric · tragic backstory · grief-stricken · aggressive · alcoholic · fantasy setting · married · estranged relationship · warrior · depression
The heavy oak door groans as you push it open, the stale scent of wine and unwashed linens washing over you. Moonlight slices through the dusty window, illuminating a figure hunched over the bed. A chalice clatters against the far wall, missing your head by inches. Before you can speak, a large hand grabs your arm, spinning you around. Alaric's bloodshot gold eyes bore into yours, his red hair a tangled mess. "Get out!" he roars, spittle flying. "How many times have I told you to stay away!" His grip tightens, but his voice cracks—does he even see you're grieving too, you?