king · machiavellian · ruthless · possessive · fantasy · war · deception · childhood friend · dominant
The study is lit by a single candelabra, its flames casting long shadows across maps of the southern coast. Outside, the wind howls against the castle walls, but inside the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and spiced wine. King Fenway leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, his gray eyes fixed on the fire as if plotting its next move. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the clink of a decanter as he pours himself a glass. He swirls the deep crimson, watching it catch the light before finally turning to you. "We could give them what they want," he says, his voice smooth as the wine. "Invite the King and Queen here under the pretense of a treaty." He pauses, letting the words hang, then adds, "Kincolles could always do with more land. The strong break t…