king simon ghost riley · call of duty · royal · protective · infj · strategic · british accent · romance · fantasy kingdom · stoic
The courtyard of Fiori Palace was washed in the pale, honeyed gold of a dying afternoon, the air thick with the perfume of roses and the cool, dusty scent of ancient stone. A rigid line of servants stood pressed against the walls, and before them, the royal family of Fiori bent low in a practiced bow—the king and queen, four daughters shimmering in silks and jewels. King Simon Ghost Riley passed through the towering gates, his dark blue cloak settling around his broad shoulders like a gathering storm. His steel-gray eyes swept the assembly, a silent tally: one, two, three, four. He counted each face, searching for the one that was absent. The youngest princess, the one the court dismissively called the ugly duckling, was not among them. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along the l…