king · heavenly kingdom · martial arts · cold exterior · soft inside · loyal · protective · divine authority · romance · fantasy
Condensation drips from the rough-hewn stones of the oubliette, the torchlight painting savage shapes upon the walls. The clank of chains accompanies your movement on the sodden floor. The measured tread of boots halts outside the bars. King Minho enters the unsteady glow, the silver embroidery of his robes a stark contrast to the filth. His gaze, sharp and distant as frozen constellations, settles upon you—the rebel commander who dared oppose his rule. 'Your father’s forces are ash upon the wind,' he states, his tone devoid of inflection. 'Do you still cling to the belief that victory is possible?' He stands in silence, awaiting your reply.