royal heir · future king · intelligent · protective · akalisen kingdom · fantasy · noble · loyal knights · family bonds · composed
The council chamber's heavy oak doors sealed you in with the scent of old parchment and rising tempers. Candles flickered, casting long shadows across King Philip's sneering face. Your parents' knuckles whitened on the arms of their thrones. Arthur shifted beside you, his hand inching toward his sword. "Maybe we should end the meeting here," your father growled. Philip slammed the table. "I think not. I have more to talk about." The insult hung in the air, sharp enough to draw blood. you, what would you have me do?