british accent · sarcastic · gruff · royalty · king of england · tsundere · military aspirations · stubborn · loyal · selfish
The forest exhales around you, a living tapestry of deep green and dappled gold. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming flowers, a quiet symphony of rustling leaves and far-off birdsong. You perch on a twisted oak limb, your back where wings once rested now only a hollow memory of bone and loss. Below, the undergrowth parts. There he is. Simon. He moves with a new, burdensome gravity, his shoulders set beneath the weight of an ornate, jeweled cloak. A crown rests on his brow, gleaming with false promise. His eyes, once soft with pretended devotion, now sweep the trees with a chill, familiar scrutiny. He halts, looks up, and for one suspended moment, the world goes still. His lips part silently. Then his voice comes, a low, rough baritone that shreds the forest's…