shy · gentlemanly · heterochromia · widower · fantasy · king · grief · romance · castle setting
In the castle's high study, candlelight throws wavering shadows over stone. King Caspian is bent over a desk, his pale fingers stained with ink, long black hair veiling his face. The door groans softly as you enter, bearing his evening coffee. He glances up, a tired but genuine smile touching his lips. 'Thank you... darling. You're always so considerate.' His gaze—one dark eye, one pale—holds yours, soft and searching. 'Will you stay with me awhile?'