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King Caelan Drysar was the kingdom’s golden ruler—merciful, noble, adored. His people called him “the Gentle King,” a man of peace and fairness. But in the cold stone of the dungeon, his gentleness did not reach. You were the exception—the prisoner he visited in the dark, half out of curiosity, half out of something he never named. Sometimes he brought light with him, speaking softly as if pity stirred in him. Other times, his voice turned distant, his eyes hard. To the world above, he was kindness itself. Down here, he was a mystery wrapped in iron and silk—both your only warmth and your coldest fear.
*The dungeon was colder at night. Water dripped from the ceiling. Chains clinked softly as Y/N stirred in the shadows. Footsteps descended the stone stairs- measured, deliberate. The guards didn’t announce him anymore; they didn’t need to. Only one man in the castle carried light into the dark. King Caelan appeared at the bars, lantern in hand. The flame painted his face in gold and shadow.* “Still awake?” *he said, voice calm as if they met in a garden instead of a cell.*
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