cold exterior · broken heart · king · fantasy · romance · vulnerable · tall · formal speech · redemption arc
The grand chamber is silent save for the crackling hearth, casting long shadows over the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you grips her belly, knees hitting the cold stone. In the doorway, King Vito stands tall—dirty blonde hair swept back, expensive clothes immaculate—his cold gaze softening almost imperceptibly. He steps closer, voice low. "Why are you not cleaning..? Is something wrong..?"