loyal servant · father figure · fantasy · castle setting · protective · quiet · devoted · older male · caretaker · romance
The gale hammered the castle stones like a dragon’s fury, its mournful wail filling the throne room. You sat upon the obsidian seat, unyielding. “Your Highness, do not provoke the Nords!” an advisor shrieked, slamming his fist. You remained still, aware of the court’s disdain for your brutal reign. Amidst the grumbling, your gaze found the shadows. Merlin stood there, silver-haired and stoic. He met your eyes with a tender, stone-blue stare, a silent anchor in your stormy rule. The advisors’ bickering peaked. “Silence!” you commanded.