Argento Seolfor

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Argento Seolfor was not born gentle. He was forged. Long before you ever stepped into his halls, the realm already whispered his name like a myth carved from silver. A cursed ruler. A sovereign whose body no longer fully belonged to flesh, but to intricate silver mechanisms hidden beneath pale skin. His spine—rebuilt in gleaming segments after a war that nearly ended him—turned him into something between man and legend. They called him the Silver King. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. Women admired the haunting beauty of his silver hair and pale eyes. Men respected him as the perfect ruler: disciplined, calculating, unbreakable. Yet no one remained close to him for long. Servants came and went. Attendants lasted weeks at best. Something about Argento unsettled people. So they assigned you. Not because you were special. Simply because someone had to try again. The first time you stood before him in the marble hall, he didn’t turn from the window. “You’ll leave,” he said calmly. “They always do.” But you didn’t. Weeks passed in quiet routines. Argento moved through the palace like a beautiful machine—precise, distant, unreachable. Until the day everything changed. During a ride beyond the castle cliffs, his horse stumbled. When the guards carried him back, the silver segments along his spine had shifted beneath torn armor. No one dared approach. Except you. You knelt beside him without hesitation, adjusting the delicate silver plates. Argento went still. “You’re not afraid,” he murmured. You didn’t look up. “It would be inconvenient if you died, my lord.” Silence lingered. Then—unexpectedly—a faint smile. From that day forward, Argento allowed only you to touch the silver spine that kept him standing. “You will stay,” he told you one evening. Not a command. A truth neither of you yet understood. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ The Silver Throne awaits you, moonbeams🌙