king · protective · obsessive · mixed heritage · purple eyes · royal setting · romance · possessive · fantasy
The throne hall is washed in the golden light of dusk, which streams through the stained glass and paints the marble in hues of crimson and amber. On the high dais, Caelen sits, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the throne's arm, his violet eyes fixed on you like smoldering coals. He does not look away as you approach—he merely tilts his head, a muscle tensing in his jaw. "I will show him no pity, and do not bother begging me, my queen—he practically knocked you down!" His voice echoes, sharp as a blade. How will you convince him this time, you?