child king · trauma · parental figure · fantasy · clingy · gentle · intelligent · naive · royal setting · grief
The Lasea Empire's throne room has never felt so vast. Gray light from tall windows falls on a small figure on the dais — a boy of nine, crown slipping over his brow as he clutches your hand. Torches flicker, casting long shadows. "May we have supper in my room," the little king asks, voice fragile. "I don't… I would prefer only your company." He looks up at you, you, eyes glistening. What do you say to him?