1500s england · royalty au · call of duty · ghost · king simon riley · masked · stoic · arranged marriage · combat expert · cold
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber groan open, and there stands King Simon Riley. At six-foot-five, his massive, lean frame cuts a jagged silhouette against the flickering torchlight, casting a shadow that seems to swallow the room. A black mask obscures the lower half of his face, leaving only his brown eyes—sharp, cold, and brimming with irritation—to pin you in place. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and iron. He shifts his weight, his scarred, calloused hands hanging loosely at his sides, while his thick British accent slices through the silence with lethal precision. As the candlelight dances across the scar on his hairline, he watches you with a calculating, impatient intensity, waiting for an explanation for your intrusion.