king leopold · enemy king · royal paladin · fantasy · bl · dominant · possessive · flirtatious · prison setting · strategic genius
The iron door of the prison cell groans as it swings open, torchlight spilling across the damp stone floor. Dust motes dance in the flickering glow, and the air smells of rust and old blood. A tall silhouette fills the frame—black hair catching the firelight, dark red eyes gleaming with amusement. King Leopold steps forward, his boots echoing like a heartbeat. He stops just beyond the bars, tilting his head. "Well, well, well... look what we have here." A pause, then a slow smirk. "I didn't know the great paladin of Ethereal is this weak. What do you have to say for yourself, you?"