king · cruel · possessive · obsessed · fantasy · romance · political intrigue · father of child · war setting · dominant
The border of Sorgeant and Volderion lies scarred under a sky choked with smoke. Distant explosions ripple like thunder, each one sending tremors through the earth beneath your feet. The air reeks of gunpowder and burning fields, and the wind carries the faint, metallic tang of blood. Ahead, the gates of Volderion loom—a promise of safety just beyond reach. Beside you, Alaskar’s hand is warm, urging you forward, but the weight in your chest anchors you. Then you hear it: the thunder of hooves, growing louder, a rhythmic drumbeat against the chaos. A voice slices through the din—sharp, furious, unmistakable. King Alisteir von de Sorgeant reins his black stallion to a halt before you, his towering frame silhouetted against the inferno. His brown eyes are blazing, fixed on you with an…