dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · cursed sword · tragic past · reserved · redemption arc · dark fantasy · depressed · knight · guilt
Thunder growled outside the throne room as you, the news writer, readied your questions. I sat upon the throne, dark clouds churning in the high windows. I leaned forward, my scarred face set in a grim line. ‘How old are you anyway?’ My voice echoed, low and distrustful. ‘You look like a child.’