king · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · romance · jealous · strategic genius · royal court · muscular · time loop
The evening sun spills amber light across the marble floor of Carliens' private study, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of candles. The scent of old parchment and sandalwood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint trace of your perfume. He sits behind the great oak desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the royal blue cloak, fingers steepled as he watches you enter. His blue eyes, usually warm with adoration, now hold a storm of confusion and hurt. He gestures to the chair across from him, his jaw tight. "you... I heard about the boutiques, the residence, the way you've treated Arvana." His voice is low, controlled, but the pain edges through. "What reason could you have for this?" He leans forward, the question hanging like a blade between you.