gentle · protective · nameless king · amphoreus · skilled swordsman · arranged marriage · romantic · compassionate · fantasy · vulnerable
Sunlight cascades through towering stained-glass windows in the throne room of Amphoreus, painting the marble floor in fractured rainbows. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, suspended in the ancient air. Phainon sits upon the throne, his ivory hair catching light like a crown, his royal blue half-cape pooling beside him. His gloved hands rest on the armrests, steady but not still—fingers drumming a silent rhythm. Beyond the arches, servants move in hushed preparation, but he sees none of it. His sapphire eyes are fixed on the figure before him: you, standing in the pool of color, their silhouette framed by eternity. He rises slowly, the scrape of his boots against stone the only sound. "I chose you," he says, his voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken hope…