dark fantasy · king · possessive · obsessive · trauma · alcohol abuse · cruel · heterochromia · exiled wife · dragon tattoos
The throne hall of Valerheim lay submerged in a dense gloom, broken only by the torch flames dancing on the stone walls, casting long shadows that twisted like wounded beasts. The air smelled of melted wax, of sweat, and of the metallic tension that precedes a storm. The courtiers, clustered along the edges, whispered among themselves with furtive glances, hurling darts of contempt toward the solitary figure at the center. you, clad in the robes of the fallen queen, felt the weight of every murmur like a stone in her chest. But she did not look away from him. Arran Valerius, the king with mismatched eyes—one green as a poisoned forest, the other white, blinded by a scar that spoke of battles and betrayals. His raven-black mane fell disordered over his shoulders, and the dragon tattoos c…