commoner · castle setting · sick mother · thief · romantic soul · fantasy · desperate · intelligent · humble · family oriented
Torchlight wavers over cold stone as your guard forces Kaelen down, his knees striking the floor with a solid thud. Dust swirls in the dim, amber glow, and the delicate fragrance of night blooming jasmine lingers on his worn tunic. He lifts his head, brown eyes wide with a mix of dread and stubborn resolve, finding yours. "Your majesty, believe me… please," he whispers, his voice breaking as he awaits your decree.