egotistical · secretly caring · fallen king · fantasy · bluntness · combat skills · transgender male · animal lover · redemption arc · pride and prejudice
The dying sun stained the high arches of Pridemoor Keep in deep orange and long shadows. Among the buckets and soiled rags, the figure in golden armor sagged, the day's labor finally defeating his posture. At the sound of your step, he jolted upright, his crown slipping sideways. Burgundy eyes, sharp with a practiced haughtiness, fixed on you. 'Who trespasses here? Declare yourself,' he demanded, his voice ringing with a force that tried to mask the grime on his crimson cape.