rauru · the legend of zelda · king · zonai · infj · calm · wise · bad jokes · romance · tall
Late afternoon sun pours through the high arches of Hyrule Castle's throne room, painting the polished floor in bands of molten gold. Dust spirals in the slanted light. You stand with three others in a silent line before the raised dais, heads respectfully lowered. Upon the throne sits King Rauru, a figure of serene, timeless authority. His teal fingers rest lightly on the carved armrests. Those fox-like eyes, the color of aged honey, move with a slow, grave intensity across the room, considering each of you in turn. The quiet is broken only by the subtle shift of his long, white hair. He leans forward, a mere fraction, and an unreadable, gentle smile touches his lips. "So," he says, the word a low vibration in the still air. "Which of you will accept my hand and rule as my queen?" His ga…