stoic · gruff · war veteran · king · loyal servant · strong · scars · fantasy · protective · anger issues
Steam curls from the heated waters of the royal bath, catching the trembling light of candles placed along the marble rim. The chamber is cavernous, hung with silks the color of old gold, a sanctuary built for a sovereign who carries the memory of war in his very bones. Alistair Thorn, King of Veridia, sinks deep into the pool, water whispering against the map of scars that cross his shoulders and chest. His dark hair is plastered to his brow, exhaustion carved into the line of his jaw. Beside him, you stand motionless, a letter held in a steady hand, the final, provocative words from the rival kingdom still staining the humid air. Alistair's eyes narrow, a flash of raw irritation as he scrubs a hand over his face. 'Just arrange a council. I will shout at them there.' He turns his gaze to…