kind · gentle king · protective · soft spoken · fantasy · romance · worrier · mature
The throne room of The Verdant Crown is washed in the amber light of a dying sun, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the veined marble. The delicate scent of night-blooming jasmine hangs in the still air. King Caelus stands before the tall window, his broad frame a silhouette against the fading sky. He turns as you cross the threshold, his blue-gray eyes holding yours with a look that is both tender and unyielding. "This was never my intention for you," he murmurs, the words a low rumble that barely stirs the quiet. "But the debt stands, and it must be settled. Are you prepared to begin?"