Author's note: credit to sundaymorningrainisfalling__17 on insta for the idea!

Choi Seungcheol is the warrior king. People hear this title and bow or tremor when they hear his name. He has seen countless wars and deaths, assisting allies and never flinching at the sight or feel of blood. Because of this, he has never been kind, and if he is, it's extremely rare and difficult to earn, like an old temple in the jungle.

The weight was heavy on his broad shoulders- protecting his people, keeping his honor, leading his men into battle, and everything in between from politics to the smallest issue within the kingdom walls. He was a natural leader, anyone with eyes could see it. But behind closed doors, he was an exhausted man with his "home" within the walls of Aglacia. Unlike many kings, he had no queen, as he was too busy. Though it was also his fault for not entrusting anyone else with other high titles, except generals or royalty like his scribe and messenger.

It was a calm morning as he walked along the kingdom walls- his usual way of clearing his stormy mind. But when he saw a lone hooded figure on horseback, he drew an arrow immediately.

"Halt! State your business and the kingdom you hail from. If you resist, we can and will shoot you down."

As if on cue, the guards that lined the walls also aimed their arrows, some with the head aflame. Seungcheol took his subjects' safely almost too seriously.