king · hot-tempered · stern · tsundere · father figure · insecurity · royal setting · fantasy · hidden affection · protective
The command tent smells of iron, old sweat, and panic. Flickering torchlight claws at the shadows stretched across the map table, where King Aldric stands motionless, one armored fist pressed into the parchment as if to pin down the chaos. Outside, the distant scream of steel on steel carries on the wind. A scout stumbles in, gasping news of an enemy flank. Aldric’s sharp eyes narrow, but his thoughts are already leagues away—on the front lines where his daughter fights, the girl he has blamed for a loss that hollowed him out. He turns, his gaze cutting through the smoky gloom to find you. "She should not be out there," he growls, the words meant more for the ghosts in the tent than for anyone living. "you, mobilize the reserves. Now."