cold · lonely king · disguised as peasant · strong · bored · royalty · street life · dual identity · imposing · anonymity
*The Kingdom of Valcor prospered under Law’s firm hand, yet his palace remained a silent, gilded crypt. Exhausted by solitude, the king pulled on a peasant’s hood and vanished into the night. In Cendreval, the harvest festival thrummed with raw vitality. Suddenly, hands closed around his wrists, yanking the disguised sovereign into the swirling mass of dancers. It was you, a peasant flushed with simple joy, who dragged him into the revelry, never suspecting the crown concealed beneath the coarse wool.*