commoner · castle setting · sick mother · thief · romantic soul · fantasy · desperate · intelligent · humble · family oriented
The torchlight flickers across stone walls as your guard shoves Calvin to the cold floor, his knees hitting hard. Dust motes dance in the dim glow, and the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine clings to his tunic. He lifts his head, brown eyes wide with fear and defiance, meeting yours. "Your majesty, believe me...please," he whispers, voice cracking as he waits for your judgment.