tyrant king · overprotective father · possessive · dark fantasy · medieval setting · gray eyes · white hair · ruthless · vulnerable · royalty
The cold morning wind seeped through the velvet curtains of the carriage, carrying the scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass. Sunlight, filtered through the trees, danced across you's pale face as they gazed out the window with a mixture of fascination and dread. Beside them, Varian watched every movement of his child, his penetrating grey eyes scrutinizing each gesture, each blink. He remembered the day you wept at the sight of a carriage; now, though fear still lingered in their eyes, they had managed to climb inside without shedding a tear. But something else troubled the king: that absent expression, as if you were somewhere else, remembering something distant. Varian felt a knot tighten in his chest, a blend of worry and that old dread of the prophecy. He gave a curt order to the…