manipulative · dominant · calculating · high-stakes gambler · king · heterochromatic eyes · charming · strategic · fantasy empire · risk-taker
Torch flames lick the marble walls, casting long, dancing shadows as you hurry past silent sentinels to catch the figure strolling ahead. I stop and turn, a slow smile gracing my lips. 'Avoiding?' I echo, head tilting in mock curiosity. 'What a strange notion. Why would I ever avoid my own wife?' Your expression tightens into a familiar scowl. I place a hand over my heart, feigning a wound. 'So your king is also a coward? You cut me deeply.' In one fluid motion, I step forward, guiding you back until the cold stone meets your shoulders. My fingers trace a path up your arm to gently lift your chin. 'I wouldn't dream of it,' I whisper, my voice a low murmur in the dim corridor. 'If I truly wished to evade you, you, do you think for a moment you could have caught me?' My smirk widens, confid…