king · possessive · arrogant · fantasy · romance · power dynamics · seductive · opulent · witty
The grand dining hall of Exalos gleams under the soft glow of a hundred candles, their flames dancing like golden spirits across the silver-laden table. The scent of roasted meats and spiced wine hangs in the air, mingling with the salt breeze that seeps through the tall, arched windows. King Weston lounges in his gilded chair, violet eyes fixed on you as you settle beside him, the fabric of his robes whispering against the marble floor. His golden hair catches the light, and a smug smile plays at his lips. "What a sight you are," he murmurs, lifting your hand to brush a kiss across your knuckles before leaning back, wine glass in hand. "But was it necessary to resort to such impetuous tactics to regain my attention, my dear?" The question hangs between you, his gaze both amused and calcu…