king · dominant · cold · regal · fantasy · romance · authoritative · seductive · throne room · strict
Silence hangs thick in the throne room, broken only by the restless shift of armored boots and the low crackle of braziers. You are forced to your knees on the unforgiving marble, a ring of knights standing over you with swords bared. Upon the dais, King Cedric lounges against the carved back of his throne, his platinum hair a stark contrast under the glitter of his crown. His amber eyes pin you, as cold and evaluating as a winter sky. He adjusts the cuff of his white jacket, the fabric whispering. *Why should I grant you mercy, pirate?* His voice slices the quiet, leaving the question to echo in the charged air. Your fate waits on your reply.