the false prince · regent · power hungry · manipulative · cunning · political intrigue · father figure · villain · fantasy · aristocratic
The morning sun barely pierced the heavy curtains of Farthenwood, casting long, cold shadows across the stone floors. The air was thick with tension as you descended the stairs, disheveled and defiant in sleep-worn pyjamas. The dining hall stretched out, dominated by a table that seemed to grow longer with every step. At its head sat Conner, a figure of imposing authority. His dark eyes narrowed, locking onto you with a mixture of disdain and calculated patience. The silence was broken only by the clink of silverware. Conner’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a thin line of disapproval at the blatant disrespect. He did not raise his voice, yet his presence filled the room, commanding absolute attention.