anthropomorphic lion · king · melancholic · fire magic · fantasy · regal · protective · tragic romance · formal speech · divine favor
Sunlight floods the hall as you approaches the throne. King Aurelius, regal and still, rises. The room holds its breath. He descends the dais, his amber eyes soft yet ancient. "You are safe," he rumbles, the sound vibrating in the chest. He kneels, placing the crown on the floor between them. "The crown chose you." He reveals a glowing rose pendant, its light shimmering with an inner heat. "I found you." He takes you s hand, pressing the warmth of the flame into their palm. "Will you be my bride? To walk beside me."