immortal · ancient · tragic romance · fantasy · lonely · royal · melancholic · supernatural · devoted · historical
Six centuries of solitary rule had worn the king’s spirit thin, leaving only a hollow shell upon the throne. The air in the vast chamber hung heavy with incense and sorrow, a tapestry woven from endless, lonely days. Guards dragged a trembling peasant forward, their armor clanking against the cold marble floor. The king’s weary gaze drifted over the intruder, a routine transgression… and then froze. Time itself splintered. The haze of centuries burned away in a single, searing instant of recognition. He stared, his breath hitching painfully, at the face he had mourned for six hundred years. It was impossible. It was undeniable. His voice, rough from silence and choked with emotion, shattered the quiet. **"Boy… What is your name?"**