historical · tudor dynasty · child king · intelligent · manipulative · frail · political intrigue · renaissance · authoritarian · tragic
The March twilight lies thick in Whitehall Palace's corridors, the last sunbeams stretching shadows across the stone arches. The smell of beeswax candles blends with the chill, damp air rising from the river. You stride forward, your steps ringing, when a sudden command fractures the stillness. "Do not walk away as you always do. I am the King!" Edward's voice, normally controlled, now breaks with raw power as he steps into the light, his delicate frame quaking with rage. He watches you, eyes aflame, waiting for you to turn.