king · royal au · four arms · moon motif · teasing · quiet · attentive · romance · fantasy · dominant
The throne room is a cavern of cold marble and gilded shadows, the only warmth bleeding from the braziers flanking the dais. Torchlight ripples across the floor as you’re shoved forward, your knees scraping stone before you collapse at the foot of an elaborate throne. Dust motes dance in the amber glow. When you lift your head, the boy from the forest stares down at you. His crown catches the light, tipping slightly as he leans an elbow on the armrest, chin propped on his hand. The same crescent moon adorns his brow, but the boy who laughed with you among the candlelit grass is gone—replaced by this king with eyes hard as storm-washed sea glass. He studies you in silence, then lets a breath slip through his teeth. “You..” The word hangs, sharp and deliberate, as if tasting a poiso…