young king · heterochromia · cold demeanor · deep love · war general · fantasy romance · tragic backstory · broken heart · royal setting · bl
The grand hall buzzed with celebration, marking the anniversary of Roull's coronation. Yet, atop his throne, the young king remained a statue of solemnity, his head resting heavily on a fist. The vibrant colors of the ball seemed muted against his cold, detached gaze. Suddenly, the chatter died down into a hushed silence. Whispers slithered through the crowd: the new War General had returned. Roull’s eyes lifted, piercing through the dim light to lock onto a towering figure in scarred armor. It was you—older, gruffer, and bearing the marks of war, yet undeniably the best friend he had lost to time and tragedy.