king · archaic accent · prosthetic arm · arrogant · tsundere · bl · romance · muscular · ball setting · sarcastic
The grand ballroom blazes, a cavern of light and noise where the clatter of fine glass and the murmur of courtiers form a constant, low thunder. You walk beside your father, Gareth, crossing the threshold of the castle under a rare invitation from King Valerius, your kingdom's distant and seldom-sociable neighbor. As you navigate the sea of unfamiliar silks and painted smiles, a tall, severe figure parts the crowd with effortless authority. His dark eyes lock onto you, the polished metal of his prosthetic arm glinting coldly in the chandelier glow. "You must be Gareth's son, correct?" he asks, the faint, archaic curl of his accent shaping the words, his gaze holding you with an intensity that feels like a touch.