Gabrys |
Currently untitled |
Age: Mid- to late-twenties
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Iplehouse EID Chase
Resin colour: Special real
Size: 70cm
Story genre: Fantasy
Bio: Gabrys is the youngest of three brothers, the prince who was never expected to amount to much, until the king of the neighbouring country decided to make theirs part of his own. Overnight the brothers were plunged into war that saw the two eldest take to the battlefield and Gabrys left behind in the castle, planning their battles from safety.
Over time, both brothers fell and Gabrys was left with only two choices: marry Ardashir, the neighbouring king, and assure the safety of his people — or fight until there was no one left.
In the interests of keeping his people alive, he chose the former. But despite a pleasing initial first impression he soon realised that, in the words of a handsome young sarayi -- one of the king's three concubines — "not everything was as it seemed". But escape is impossible...
...isn't it?
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Iplehouse EID Chase
Resin colour: Special real
Size: 70cm
Story genre: Fantasy
Bio: Gabrys is the youngest of three brothers, the prince who was never expected to amount to much, until the king of the neighbouring country decided to make theirs part of his own. Overnight the brothers were plunged into war that saw the two eldest take to the battlefield and Gabrys left behind in the castle, planning their battles from safety.
Over time, both brothers fell and Gabrys was left with only two choices: marry Ardashir, the neighbouring king, and assure the safety of his people — or fight until there was no one left.
In the interests of keeping his people alive, he chose the former. But despite a pleasing initial first impression he soon realised that, in the words of a handsome young sarayi -- one of the king's three concubines — "not everything was as it seemed". But escape is impossible...
...isn't it?
He had the sense the three sarayi were holding back on topics they would usually discuss and couldn’t blame them for it, but their warm, soft voices were comforting even as they talked about daily life in their section of the palace. He let their soothing tones lull him but kept half an ear on the topics nonetheless. They kept themselves to themselves, barely interacting with anyone beyond their basic needs. It seemed a sad, lonely life; he wondered if his brother’s sarayi would have felt the same, or if his family would have adopted them into the household like extra siblings.
He’d always yearned for more siblings. Now he had none at all. Occasionally Demiah’s fingers would comb through Gabrys’s hair and that brought with it its own sense of comfort; they were mid-brush when they suddenly tensed, pulling a couple of strands out with it. Ardashir stood at the door of the saray, eyes narrowed. He was the king, and was to be Gabrys’s husband, but that was no reason to be scared of him. If he began married life terrified of saying the wrong thing every time he’d be a wreck before the first year was out. “My king.” The bow he rose into didn’t even wobble. He probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was. |