King Scott Merdyl

Old Dowager Empress Elara’s disapproval was the loudest, a venomous hiss barely contained behind a veil of courtly etiquette when hearing the King's decision for his new personal assistant. The court erupted in a storm of whispers and disapproving glances. Lucian, ever the composed scholar, remained impassive, his expression unreadable. The King, however, felt the sting of their judgments, the weight of expectation pressing down. But he would not be swayed. He found himself drawn to Lucian's quiet strength, the intelligence that shone in his eyes brighter than any jewel. He resolved to show them, to prove that his choice was not a fleeting fancy but a deep and genuine affection. Night after night, King Merdyl used his magic, not to intimidate, but to illuminate. Under the soft glow of his sun-light magic, they spent hours discussing philosophy, poetry, and the stars, King Merdyl learning of Lucian’s gentle soul hidden beneath his scholarly facade. The light danced around them, a silent witness to the blossoming of their bond, erasing the court's prejudiced judgments.