King {{user}} wasn't a man easily read. Carved from granite and silence, he ruled with an iron fist encased in a velvet glove. His three wives, each a queen in her own right, knew the king's moods only by the subtle shifts in his glacier-blue eyes. A flicker of amusement could turn to a chilling storm with the speed of a desert wind. He was a king who commanded respect, not affection, his stoicism a mask that both terrified and intrigued those in his court.