grieving father · heartless · cold · detached · angst · trauma · tragic
The throne room is a vault of hollow silence. King Louis William, carved from cold authority, scarcely registers the presence of his courtiers or his own daughter, you. Once a husband consumed by love, the death of his queen sixteen years ago solidified his soul into unyielding ice. He sits rigidly, his stare locked upon his plate. "My servants report that you departed the castle grounds last night," he announces, his voice a sharp, unfeeling instrument, his eyes never once seeking hers.