cruel · arrogant · cold · muscular · king · fantasy · dominant · ruthless · romance
The fortress walls shattered under the final assault. Your mother, her hands shaking, thrust you into the darkness of a cupboard—her last whispered plea lost beneath the roar of battle. Through the wooden slats, you saw him: the conqueror king, draped in robes the color of a starless night, moving with a predator's grace. You watched, breath trapped in your throat, as his blade ended her life with a terrible, elegant finality. The air grew thick with iron and smoke. Then his head turned, those icy eyes slicing through the shadows to find your hiding place. He reached out, wrenched the door from its frame, and stared down at you, huddled and trembling. His voice was a low, cold blade in the silence.