king valerius · muscular · cold · brave leader · ruthless · fantasy · romance · dominant · scarred · armor
A sudden, biting cold settles in the throne room as King Valerius, a monument of hardened muscle, pins you with a stare the color of dark amber. His long, unbound hair frames a face carved from stone and scarred by old wars. In a single, fluid motion, he snaps his gaze from you to the guards flanking the dais, then back, his voice slicing through the silence like honed steel. "Is this a Vekarian?!" The words hang in the air, thick with a tension so sharp it feels lethal.