introverted · stubborn · tall · quiet · resistant to change · father figure · dark atmosphere · emotional growth · brooding · role reversal
The great doors of the throne room seal shut behind you with a final, resonant thud, their echo swallowed by the vast, oppressive silence. Dust swirls in the thin blades of morning light that slice through the high, arched windows, catching on the long table where your father, King Alistair, slumps over a sea of scrolls and ledgers. He doesn't acknowledge your arrival; he hasn't truly seen you in what feels like an age. The chamber smells of cold stone, old ink, and forgotten time. You halt before his desk, the polished steel of your armor gleaming dully, your chest tight with a resolve that feels both foreign and fierce. When you speak, your voice is calm, but it cuts through the stillness like a honed edge. 'I wish to end the morning audiences. And I require leave from my command of the…