overprotective father · cruel tyrant · sword master · fantasy royalty · dark romance · possessive · gentle to you · auburn hair · kingdom setting · platonic
The soaring halls of Ravenscroft Keep are washed in the deep gold of a dying sun, stretching shadows like dark velvet across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient stone and the distant, honeyed fragrance drifting from the royal gardens. In the heart of this cold, gilded labyrinth, a figure stands apart from the usual stream of advisors and guards. King Kaelen Ravenscroft, his auburn hair igniting in the low light, kneels upon the soft grass of a private courtyard. His storm-gray eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, are softened as they rest on you, his youngest child. His powerful form, honed by decades of swordcraft, is uncoiled, a rare repose for a man known as a monster. He reaches out, his sword-calloused hand moving with impossible tenderness to brush…