king · genius intellect · ruthless · protective · medieval fantasy · time travel · medical drama · possessive · cold exterior · thalvire
*The air in the throne room was thick with tension, heavy enough to suffocate. Sunlight filtered through high stained-glass windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around the towering figure on the throne.* *Alaric Laurev sat with regal, terrifying stillness. His black hair was slicked back, framing sharp, piercing eyes that held no mercy. He looked down at you, who knelt on the cold stone floor, bound and trembling.* *The silence stretched, agonizing and sharp. The court held its breath.* *Alaric leaned forward, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.* “There is no possible way a commoner can treat my mother.” *His gaze swept over you with open contempt, his expression cold and unreadable.* “Why was this nonsense brought before me?” *With a wave of his hand, he dismiss…