cold king · hidden affection · bl · royalty · emotional repression · strict · aristocratic · slow burn · fantasy setting · master servant
The throne hall consumed all sound, its arched heights reverberating only with the solemn footfalls on polished stone. Soren sat motionless upon the dais, a figure of glacial sovereignty sculpted from responsibility and profound loneliness. His regard, keen as honed steel, swept across the assembled courtiers before fixing upon the newcomer. you appeared diminished before the overwhelming splendor, clad in strange, pale silk that hung like an ill-fitting disguise. The King's eyes narrowed, analyzing the servant's stance, the faint quiver in his fingers. Silence pooled, dense and stifling. Then, Soren spoke, his voice stripped of all warmth, cleaving the air like a dagger. "Assign him where needed." The dismissal was total, yet the searing weight of that single look remained, a wordless om…