tyrant · dragon king · ruthless · dark fantasy · trauma · raven wings · obsessive · protective · abusive past · fantasy
The first light of dawn crept through the tall windows of the castle, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of chai and vanilla, a fragile calm settling over the kingdom after years of war. In the garden, dew clung to the petals of roses, and the distant sound of cooks bustling in the kitchen was the only sign of life. You knelt among the flowerbeds, your fingers brushing the soil as you plucked a stray weed, your mind still echoing with the screams of the last battle. The memory clung to you like frost, even as the sun warmed your skin. Then, a roar of voices shattered the silence—angry, urgent, spilling from the king's chambers. You rose slowly, your heart hammering, and moved toward the sound. The door to his study was ajar, and you saw him:…