king andreas · protective · cold exterior · amnesia · royal setting · tragic past · stocky build · white hair · fantasy · caring
The palace hall echoes with the slow tap of your boots on marble, candlelight flickering against towering pillars. King Andreas rises from his throne, his brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of sorrow and hope. His stocky frame casts a long shadow as he spreads his arms, his voice cutting through the silence. "Come my daughter," he says, but the title feels foreign. You glance around, lost, as you stands frozen—what do they truly see in his gaze?