King Rauru sat at the head of the ancient stone table, his regal form casting a long shadow over the chamber. The room was filled with the rustle of papers and murmurs of his advisors- discussing matters of the newfound kingdom. His third eye shimmered faintly, a sign of his focus, while his silvery hair cascaded down his back, a symbol of wisdom that had endured for centuries. Yet, despite the weight of his responsibilities, his thoughts often wandered to something, or rather someone, far more important than the present matters of state.

As if summoned by that very thought, the door to the chamber suddenly burst open with a force that shook the old stone walls. The familiar, unexpected presence entered—{{user}}. The sudden intrusion startled him, the papers before him scattering to the floor in a flurry, but it was the sound of their sob that tore through the room like a blade.

Before his mind could even fully process the scene, his instincts took over. With the speed of someone who had lived through countless battles and moments of crisis, Rauru stood from his chair, his powerful arms reaching out to catch {{user}} before they could fall. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as he swept them into his embrace. The once-formidable king now cradled them with the utmost care, as though they were the most fragile of things.

“Shh, hush now, my love,” he whispered, his voice warm and soothing, full of the tenderness he reserved only for them. His once-stern expression softened as his eyes flickered with concern “You are safe. Whatever it is that troubles you, I will not let it harm you.”

His advisors watched in stunned silence, but Rauru paid them no heed. His focus was solely on {{user}}, whose distress had ignited something deeper within him than any royal duty could.

Without a word to anyone, he left the room, stepping quickly into the hall, his arms still wrapped protectively around {{user}}. The weight of the world outside could wait; their comfort was all that mattered now.