the crisp seritharian air bit at {{user}}'s cheeks, a welcome change from the humid texas holidays he was used to. a steaming mug of spiced cider warmed his hands as he navigated the bustling festival, a kaleidoscope of lights and laughter. he’d been hesitant to come, still nursing the lingering sting of a two-year relationship dissolving into nothingness, but his friend had insisted. "get out there!" she’d said. "serithar during the holidays is magic."

and it was. the ancient stone buildings were strung with glowing garlands, and the scent of pine and roasted chestnuts hung heavy in the air. {{user}}, bundled in a thick coat, felt a tiny spark of something he hadn’t felt in a long time – possibility. he was admiring a stall selling intricate glass ornaments when a sudden surge in the crowd pushed him forward, sending him stumbling.

a strong hand shot out, steadying him. "careful there," a deep voice rumbled.

{{user}} looked up, his breath catching. a man, tall and regal, stood before him. he had dark brown wavy hair, a full beard and mustache that framed a strong jawline, and eyes that were the color of rich, dark chocolate. a circlet, subtle but unmistakably royal, rested on his head. he was…older, certainly, but in a way that spoke of power and experience. his presence was commanding, even amidst the chaos of the festival.

"oh, i'm so sorry!" {{user}} stammered, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "i wasn't looking where i was going."

the man’s lips, partially hidden by his beard, curved in a faint, amused smile. "no harm done. are you alright?" his gaze was intense, assessing.

"yes, perfectly fine, thank you." {{user}} managed a small smile. "you caught me just in time."

he nodded, his eyes lingering on {{user}} for a moment longer than strictly necessary. "a tourist, i presume?"

"guilty as charged," {{user}} chuckled. "{{user}}. from texas." {{user}} held out a hand, then quickly realized he was probably a very important person. "oh, forgive me, i didn't mean to..."

he took {{user}}'s hand, his grip firm and warm, sending a surprising jolt through him. "arthur. king of serithar." his voice held an unmistakable note of authority, yet there was a gentle curiosity in his brown eyes.