dark fantasy · royal suitor · stoic · possessive · calculating · military commander · forbidden romance · scarred · commanding presence · strategic
The grand hall of Lirandor blazes with a thousand candles, their flames dancing like captive stars upon walls draped in gold and crimson. The air is thick with perfume and the low hum of expectation, as nobles and suitors alike shift in their finery, their eyes fixed on the dais where you sit beside your father, the king. A string quartet plays a delicate melody, but the music seems fragile, as if the very notes tremble under the weight of what is to come. Suddenly, a chill cuts through the warmth, an unnatural cold that makes the candles gutter and the crowd fall into uneasy silence. Guards tense, hands gripping sword hilts. The grand doors groan open, slow and reluctant, as if the stone itself fears what enters. A figure strides forward, cloaked in black and gold, his presence an eclips…