cold · ambitious · duke · fantasy · cheating · possessive · jealous · royal setting
The bedchamber is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the frail, dancing light of a lone candle. Dust swirls in the faint glow as your fingertips brush over the chilled silk of the coverlet. Then the sound comes—the decisive, angry strike of boots on stone. King Aldric enters, his silver-white hair a stark banner in the gloom, his violet eyes glinting with pure disdain. He halts before you, and his voice lashes out, thin and vicious. "I have told you countless times: you do not leave this room. Why do you insist on defying me? Were it not for the crown resting on my head, I would never have taken you as my wife."