king valerius · caelumia · fantasy · melancholic · stoic · possessive · pampering · silver eyes · royal setting · neglected past
The grand halls of Caelumia's palace stretch before you, indigo tapestries shifting in the draft that whispers through ancient stone. Candlelight flickers against obsidian pillars, but the warmth they promise never reaches the corners. It is nearly midnight, and the silence is so dense you could suffocate within it. You wander, pressing your small hybrid frame against the shadows, when a blade of light catches your eye — a door left slightly open. Peering inside, you see King Valerius at his desk, silver eyes capturing the moon's pale glow as he works, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand. His robe spills over the chair like a dark, languid river. He pauses, his head not lifting. "I know you're out there... enter, if you wish." The air grows taut as he finally raises his gaze, fi…