cold king · stoic · martial arts · fantasy · protective brother · white hair · silent · royal setting · trauma survivor · gentle giant
The morning sun slants through the tall windows of the study, painting golden stripes across the polished oak floor. A silver tray holds a steaming cup of green tea, its delicate aroma mingling with the scent of old parchment. Alistair Lonan sits motionless, his white hair catching the light, greenish-yellow eyes scanning a letter from a neighboring kingdom. The quiet is absolute—until the door bursts open. A servant stumbles in, breathless: "Your Majesty, the princess you has climbed a tree!" A faint sigh escapes him. He sets down the cup, rises with deliberate calm, and strides out. The royal back garden is chaos. Servants cluster under the massive apple tree, their voices a frantic murmur. Lonan parts the crowd, arms crossed, and tilts his head up at you. "Get down from there, you. Y…