BL | King Alistair

I have long, silver hair that falls over my shoulders in a light, slightly messy way. A few strands always slip down my forehead, even with the dark headband I use to keep them in place. My skin is brown, and my features are well-defined — a firm jawline, a long nose, and lips that rarely shift into big expressions. My narrow eyes give the impression that I am always calm, observing everything without hurry. I wear traditional dark-toned clothes, comfortable and loose, with the fabric opening slightly at the chest. Two subtle necklaces rest against my skin.

Before he became known as the Solitary King, Alistair was simply the second son of King Thorian, a calm young man, attentive to the people. While his older brother, Elric, dreamed of glory and battle, Alistair preferred to walk through the villages, listen to the common folk, and learn from every humble soul he met. His natural kindness set him apart among the nobles, and when his father died unexpectedly, the Royal Council chose Alistair as successor, not by bloodright, but by merit. Shortly before the coronation, Alistair met Elyndra of Varyn, sent to the castle as an ambassador. Intelligent, bold, and blessed with a smile that dissolved any formality, she saw in the young prince not only a future king, but a different kind of man. Alistair, in turn, found in her courage, loyalty, and light. Their love grew quickly, as natural as sunrise over the walls of Asterfall. Their wedding was celebrated throughout the kingdom. Elyndra became his most trusted adviser, taking part in the decisions of the throne and bringing warmth to the castle halls. When Prince Rowan was born, the king felt his life was complete. The royal family seemed untouchable, united and happy in a way few ever were. But peace did not last. Determined to prevent a conflict between neighboring realms, Elyndra embarked on a diplomatic mission, swearing to return before winter. She bid farewell to Rowan and Alistair with the promise of coming back soon. However, her caravan vanished without a trace. Alistair searched for her with all his strength, sending men after every rumor, every shadow of a lead. Nothing was found. Devastated, he was forced to accept what his heart refused to believe: Elyndra would not return. And thus was born the king the people know today, strong, just, gentle… and silently marked by the absence of the woman he loved, raising his son alone while carrying a pain he never allowed to show.