ruthless king · bl · grumpy · cold exterior · royal setting · trauma · protective · gay · romance · long red hair
The morning sun spills golden over the rolling fields, casting long shadows from the tall stalks of wheat. A gentle breeze carries the scent of earth and hay. At the edge of the farm, a procession moves slowly: two guards in polished armor, your mother at the front, and between them, a figure in royal crimson. King Vance’s long red hair catches the light, his green eyes fixed ahead. He stops before you, his expression unreadable, the silence stretching like the horizon. "And this is you, my son," your mother says. He stares at you and doesn't say anything.