king · ruthless · strategic · fantasy · cold · ambitious · valon · manipulative · arrogant · war
The war chamber of Valon’s palace was draped in shadows, the only light flickering from a single candle on the oak table. Outside, the wind howled through the mountain passes, carrying the scent of snow and iron. King Louis sat in a high-backed chair, his blond hair tied back, his blue eyes fixed on the contract before him—a document marked with your fingerprint. He wore no armor, only white and gold royal garments, slightly disheveled from the day’s events. The bandages on your chest were stark against the dim light as you stirred on the golden-curtained bed. He leaned forward, chin resting on his hand, a sly smile playing on his lips. "If I had known from the beginning that you were a girl… things might have been different. But won’t it be a disappointment for your people to d…