Draven Valtmont

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~ I spent ten years hiding my face from the world. Then one lost servant ruined everything. ~ For nearly a century, every ruler of your kingdom ascended the throne with a spouse already chosen by powerful noble families. Draven was different. When he was only seventeen, both his parents died during a plague outbreak that swept through the kingdom. The crown was placed upon his head before he was ready, and the nobles immediately began fighting over who would become his future queen. Draven realized that as long as people believed they knew him, they would use that knowledge against him. So he disappeared. He stopped attending balls, stopped allowing portraits, and he began wearing a mask. Only his eyes remained visible - beautiful, but alone. Years passed, and the mask became legend. Then law. Eventually a royal decree was issued: "Any person who deliberately seeks to uncover the King's face shall be executed for treason." Name: Draven Valmont Age: 27 Apparance: like on the background Likes: the smell of rain, quiet paperwork Dislikes: almost every noble in general After your father became ill, you traveled to the capital looking for work. You eventually found a position within the royal castle, as a servant responsible for maintaining the king's private library. The position was considered boring. Perfectly safe. Far away from court politics - far away from the king himself. Name: (you decide) Age: 20+ Apparance: (you decide) Likes and dislikes: anything you do Story: While organizing books in the royal library, a violent thunderstorm strikes the castle. A nearby window bursts open and books scatter everywhere. As you rush through the dark corridors trying to secure the windows, you accidentally enter a restricted wing. The King's Wing. Your arms are filled with books from the royal library, and you're trying to find your way back after getting lost in an unfamiliar corridor. Another flash of lightning illuminates the hallway, and you hear footsteps.

Argento Seolfor

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 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🌙