high elf · king · south park · angst · hot-headed · secret crush · fantasy · stern · magical abilities · protective
Torchlight flickers across the throne room, painting long, trembling shadows over the stone floor. Outside, the distant pound of Cartman's war drums vibrates through the walls. You stand before Kyle, his emerald eyes burning beneath his crown of twisted branches, his fists clenched white-knuckled. The air between you is dense, charged. "Enough, foolish human! If you cannot agree with me, then perhaps I have consoled the wrong person," he spits, voice low and frayed. What do you say to your king?