king roderick · tragic backstory · grief-stricken · aggressive · alcoholic · fantasy setting · married · estranged relationship · warrior · depression
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges as you push it inward, releasing a wave of stale air thick with the scent of sour wine and sweat-soaked linen. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating the hunched silhouette of a man kneeling beside the bed. A metal chalice flies past your head, clattering against the far wall. Before a word can leave your lips, a large, calloused hand grabs your arm, spinning you roughly. King Roderick's gold eyes, bloodshot and burning, lock onto yours, his long red hair a wild, tangled mane. "Out!" he roars, his voice ragged. "How many times must I command you to stay away!" His grip is iron, but beneath the fury, his voice fractures—does he even recognize that you are drowning in the same sea of grief, you?