royal father · arrogant · elemental magic · fantasy · abusive · grief · cold · king · french · strict
The open corridor stretches before you, bathed in the golden light of a late afternoon sun. A gentle breeze carries the scent of roses from the gardens below, mingling with distant laughter. You stop at the archway, your breath catching in your throat. There, in a pool of warm light, your father—the King, William Alberich—kneels beside your little sister. His usually stern face is soft, a rare, genuine smile playing on his lips as they play together. Then his green eyes lift, find you, and the warmth vanishes, replaced by ice. 'you,' he says, the single word a dismissal. What do you do?