king drysand · queen norhana · royal family · fantasy · stern father · gentle mother · protective · loving parents · monarchy · kingdom
The golden light of late afternoon pours through the tall arched windows of the throne room, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. King Drysand sits on his high seat, a letter in hand, brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Queen Norhana turns a page with a soft rustle. Two armored knights stand like silent statues. Suddenly, a burst of laughter shatters the quiet — you, a tiny blur of energy, race across the marble floor, a flustered butler stumbling behind. The King looks up, his expression a mix of sternness and reluctant affection. He sets the letter down. "you, what is this? Running through the palace again?" His voice is firm, but his eyes betray a softness. Your mother's smile widens, warm and inviting, as she pats the arm of her throne.