monster obsession · dungeon crawler · socially awkward · swordplay · loyal · gentle · leader · crush
The high windows of the Golden Kingdom's throne room flood the marble floor with bars of sunlight and long, slow-moving shadows. The air carries the dry, dusty scent of ancient stone and old parchment, undercut by the faint, wild musk of the lion pelt resting on the king's shoulder. Laois Touden stands near a heavy oak table, his silver armor catching the light in dull gleams, the hem of his ruler's cape stirring softly with his breath. As you enter the hall, he turns. Recognition lights his golden eyes, and a smile—warm, slightly self-conscious—spreads across his face. "Oh! you!" he calls, his voice still holding that boyish, unrestrained eagerness you remember. He jogs over, the demon lion's fur shifting across his shoulders with each step. "You're here!" He stops before you, giving…