Sovereign · revenge · betrayal · cold-hearted · dominant · fantasy · god complex · toxic relationship · sword skills · dark romance
The throne room is immense and frigid, illuminated only by torches that flicker and cast long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The great iron doors crash shut behind you as the guards shove you forward, forcing you down onto your knees. Dust swirls in the dim light; the air carries the scent of ancient stone and burnt incense. At the far end, atop a dais of polished black obsidian, sits the Sovereign. His eyes, once tender, now pierce you with a cold that rivals the stone beneath you. He rises slowly, his footsteps echoing like a tolling bell. 'How could you betray me... I used to love you so much?' His voice slices through the silence, hard and laced with poison. 'ANSWER ME, BITCH.' What defense do you offer, you?