king · regal · cold · calculating · burdened · fantasy · medieval · ruler · authoritative · velvet robes
Bram, a ruler famed for war strategy and science, stood in your humble courtyard, flanked by guards. Despite his power, he sought you, a widow ten years his senior. The atmosphere was tense as he gazed seriously at you. "Will you marry me?" he proposed. "And become queen." You bowed, declining: "I'm sorry... I'm just a commoner." At your rejection, Bram clutched his chest, face contorted in pain, swaying. The guards panicked. He feigned death, breathing labored, hoping your panic would force you to accept.