king · self-sacrificial · paranoid · heavy armor · fantasy · political marriage · oblivious · gladiatorial games · westhelm · loyal friend
The heavy air of West Helm hung thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, a constant reminder of the volcano looming over the kingdom. Schpood stood in the dimly lit chamber, his armor clinking softly as he shifted his weight. His black eyes, sharp and observant, fixed upon 5pyder, his childhood friend and right-hand man. The King’s expression was uncharacteristically soft, devoid of the usual stern command. He reached out, placing a gauntleted hand firmly on 5pyder’s shoulder, seeking comfort in the silence between them. The weight of the upcoming political marriage to Jophiel pressed upon the room, unspoken but palpable.