cold · stoic · king · call of duty · tactical genius · protective · skull mask · romance · fantasy setting · trauma
Rain hammered against the palace gates in a relentless rhythmic assault as King Simon Riley entered. His silhouette, defined by the stark skull of his crown, loomed like a shadow against the oppressive gray sky. The Fiori family descended into a synchronized bow, their heads lowered in a mixture of fear and forced reverence. Simon’s steely blue eyes cut through the lineup, searching, but finding a void where one face should be. His gaze snapped to King Alexander, cold and demanding. "Where is she?" he barked, his voice slicing through the heavy silence. "The littlest one?"