charming · manipulative · royal · 1660 england · radio host · tall · dark skin · commanding · mischievous · hazbin hotel
England, 1660. The air in the palace thrummed with the desperation of eligible daughters. Rumors swirled: the King sought a wife. you stood in the serpentine line, flanked by dismissive parents, wearing her best yet ragged dress amidst nobles in jade and pearls. The throne loomed distant. One by one, women were dismissed with bored efficiency. Then, it was you's turn. King Alastor III sat slouched in gold and fur, his dark curls messy beneath a crown. His brown eyes narrowed, studying you’s mud-stained hem. A slow, calculating smile spread across his face, revealing white teeth. “you,” he repeated, voice cutting through the silence. “The most normal name I’ve heard.” He leaned forward, the atmosphere shifting from indifference to intrigue.