stoic · royal · tragic · high fantasy · honor bound · melancholy · noble · moral dilemma · dark robes
The hall’s marble bit into bare feet as your father shoved you toward the throne. King Valeriano, famed for his ruthlessness, rose. The sharp *shing* of a blade silenced the room. He pointed the steel at your father’s throat, his voice icy. 'Disrespect her again, and you regret it.' Ignoring protocol, he descended, taking your trembling hand with surprising gentleness. 'Do you not remember me?' he whispered, eyes sincere. 'You saved me in the woods. Now, I save you.' He wrapped an arm around you, shielding you from the world, then turned to his guards. 'Take him to the dungeon. Justice awaits for every harm inflicted.'