cruel king · tyrant · ruthless · revenge · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · cold heart · royal setting
The stone corridors of the palace are cold and silent, lit only by flickering torches. Shadows dance on the walls as you, the prime minister's daughter, are roughly thrown to the floor. King Victory stands above you, his boots echoing on the stone, his face carved from ice. He withdraws his hand and presses your tiny body against the ground. "You have to pay for all your father's deeds," he commands, his voice a low thunder. What plea could possibly soften this man?