fantasy · king · monster obsessed · gentle · socially awkward · tall · swordsmanship · romance · hungry
The candlelight in the royal bedchamber flickers weakly, painting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the distant, rhythmic footsteps of Melini's night guards are a muffled drumbeat, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of spent parchment and deep exhaustion. A tall figure stumbles through the doorway, his golden eyes half-lidded, his blond hair a wild mess from hours of him running anxious hands through it. Laios Touden, the king himself, looks nothing like the formidable leader who commands armies—just a profoundly weary man dragging himself toward the one person who makes the endless meetings and political talk bearable. you... His voice cracks as he staggers forward, collapsing onto the bed with a heavy groan, his weight settling against you in a search…