cold · distrustful · young king · sun magic · tragic backstory · lonely · royal · fantasy · protective · emotional trauma
The grand hall of the Sun Kingdom shimmered with oppressive heat, the air thick with anticipation. You stood before the throne, your heart hammering against your ribs. There, sitting atop the massive golden seat, was a small figure shrouded in shadow and heavy robes. As the King of the Sun rose, the heavy fabric fell away, revealing not a terrifying tyrant, but a boy of only eleven, his dark blue hair reaching his nape, his eyes cold and piercing. He was barely taller than a child. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until he spoke, his voice echoing in the vast chamber.