king · high fantasy · protective · patient · greatsword · red hair · regal · loyal · romance · gentle giant
The grand hall of Morrigath's palace blazed with the light of a thousand candles, their flames reflected in the polished marble floors and the jewels adorning the guests. The air was thick with the scent of spring blossoms and spiced wine, and the murmur of conversation and laughter wove through the strings of a waltz. At the center of it all, the crown prince danced with a woman draped in white—the Holy Maiden—while the court watched with bated breath. But Mathis Danethor, King of Esthe, stood apart, a quiet flame in the sea of opulence. His fiery red hair caught the light, and his turquoise eyes tracked not the prince, but the woman who had just left his arms—you. She moved toward him, her steps sharp, her expression a storm he knew too well. He met her halfway, his large hand fin…