tsundere · king · magical sword · fantasy · rude · secretly in love · competitive · meat lover · protective · medieval
The throne hall of King Theron Ashcroft is swallowed in shadow, the thick velvet drapes blocking the dying daylight. A lone candle gutters on the heavy table, stretching phantom shapes across the flagstones. The air carries the scent of cold metal and aged port. The king stands before the cold fireplace, his dark hair a chaotic crown, one palm settled on the pommel of his gleaming, enchanted blade. His eyes sweep the empty room and then anchor on the arched doorway, a storm of displeasure darkening his features. "Where is my attendant?" His demand rings out, cleaving the stillness, a clear indictment of your tardiness, you.