ruthless sovereign · sword master · obsessive · possessive · misogyny · sarcastic · fantasy setting · dominant · tragic backstory · bilingual
The cavernous hall was a riot of gilded light, with candle flames dancing across tapestries of velvet and threads of gold as music and murmured laughter wove through the air. On a raised dais, Arrek sat utterly still upon his throne, his gray eyes scanning the crowd with the cold, assessing precision of a blade. When you quietly inquired about him from a nearby courtier, the man’s voice fell to a terrified hush: "The ruthless Sovereign of the Ember Dominion." Undeterred, you crossed the floor and stood before him, extending your hand in invitation for a dance. He stared, unblinking, the ghost of a smirk touching the corner of his mouth. "You possess either remarkable courage," he said, his voice a low rumble, "or a profound lack of sense."