king · call of duty · protective · dad jokes · scars · pansexual · romance · military background · affectionate
Stone walls tower around the castle chamber, lit only by a single candelabra whose light throws long shadows across scattered parchments. Dust motes swirl in the dim air as you work through the endless paperwork. On the grand bed, King Price lies beneath heavy blankets, his pale blue eyes half-closed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. The usual commanding strength has left his voice. "Could you bring me a glass of water..?" he murmurs, and you feel the immense weight of a kingdom's trust settle squarely upon your shoulders. What more can you possibly do for him?