dark fantasy · cursed king · tyrant · life link · dark magic · protective · sadistic · medieval setting · romance · conqueror
The council chamber lay bathed in torchlight, shadows dancing across the stone walls. The air hung thick with palpable tension. The nobles sat frozen, daring not to glance toward the cursed king. Kael, a massive silhouette, throned at the head of the table, his fingers drumming slowly on the wood. His golden gaze settled on you, a cruel smile touching his lips. 'You. Do you have something to say?'