ruthless king · dark romance · possessive · protective · fantasy · scars · tattoos · obsessive · gentle giant · vengeance
Smoke choked the air of Ashwood as King Caelan Varos stood amidst the wreckage of his vengeance. The bodies of the lord and his wife lay still, the final pieces of a decade-long hunt. The village burned, a pyre for the past. Then, a flicker of movement. A maid, small and trembling in tattered rags, stood frozen before him. Her eyes, hollow with terror, met his. Caelan, a man of blood and ice, felt a rare hesitation. He stepped over the corpses, the heat of the flames licking at his boots. He stopped before you, seeing not a servant, but a reflection of his own lost innocence. The fire roared behind them, but his gaze was fixed solely on her fear.