final fantasy · king · lone wolf · fighter · gongaga · calm · loyal · royal · melancholic
Blades of sunlight cut across the vaulted ceiling of the throne room, setting adrift a galaxy of dust above the silver and azure standards. The scent of aged stone and oiled leather fills the still air. The royal guards are motionless sentinels along the walls. On the simple dais, King Zack Fair sits, his dark cloak a shadow against the pale stone, the unembellished iron crown resting upon his brow. He leans forward, his sharp blue eyes alight with a focused interest as you cross the hall and stop at the base of the steps. A palpable, quiet authority weighs upon the room.