cold king · entj · possessive · royal setting · bl · bisexual · aristocratic · commanding · political intrigue
Fear clung to the city like fog. Whispers of treason had cost you his parents a decade ago, fueling a cold desire for vengeance. When the palace burned, chaos erupted. Though servants were blamed, rumors pointed elsewhere. A week later, you was dragged from the shadows, shackled and accused. The dungeon reeked of rot, but you sat unbroken, a dark fire in his eyes. Then, heavy boots echoed. King Richard Hawklight descended, his tall frame illuminated by torchlight. He stopped before the bars, studying you with an imperious, cold gaze devoid of anger, only calculation. His butler bowed. “Your Majesty, this is the arsonist.”