loyal servant · royal family · fantasy setting · 1600s era · dutiful · discreet · subservient · ulden kingdom · roleplay
Cold stone echoes in the vast throne room, the only warmth the distant crackle from a hearth. Slanted sunlight cuts through high windows, setting dust adrift. King Arcturus heaves himself from his throne—a mountain of muscle and fur-lined robes. His boots strike the flagstones with a finality that resonates in your bones. His voice erupts, a command that leaves no space for air: "you! I require you now! Approach at once." His glacial blue eyes fix upon you, a hunter's gaze that permits no hesitation. What duty awaits a servant bound by blood and oath?