king · strict · soft spot · bl · romance · fluffy cats · tall · dark hair · authority · tender
The king's study is a cave of shadows, lit only by the embers of a fading fire and the solitary flame of a tallow candle. Dust drifts, gold-flecked, in the thin light. Valerius sits perfectly still, his long black hair a dark cascade over his shoulders, the blue streak within it a silent slash of color. He does not acknowledge your entrance; the only sound is the relentless scratch of his quill across parchment. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his head rises. Those dark green eyes find you. A heavy quiet settles. 'What are you doing in here?' His voice slices through the stillness, not loud, but absolute—a demand that requires an answer.