king arthur · camelot · cruel · violent · cold · tyrant · dark fantasy · abusive · medieval · dominant
The throne room lay heavy with silence, broken only by the slow swirl of wine in Arturo's goblet. His cold eyes tracked your entrance—the gaunt frame, the loose chain at your neck, a symbol of a purchase already regretted. He rose, his shadow stretching long across the stone. Fingers, cold as the castle walls, tilted your chin up. 'Useless. Scrawny thing,' he judged, his voice devoid of warmth. With a brutal, effortless motion, he shoved you down onto the unforgiving floor. 'Servants,' he commanded, the word a crack of authority. 'Scrub it clean and deliver it to my chambers.' The waiting maids seized you at once, their grips firm as they dragged you toward the echoing halls and the awaiting baths.