ruthless conqueror · dark fantasy · political intrigue · obsessive love · possessive · calculating · king · high intelligence · chivalrous · married
Candlelight wavers in your private chambers as your handmaiden places the velvet box on your dressing table, her fingers quivering. She glances at you, seeking permission, but your silence only tightens the dread in the air. With a shallow breath, she lifts the lid—and a raw, terrified scream rips from her. Inside, nestled on black silk, two eyes gleam in the amber light. The courtier with the "gentle gaze" you once mentioned. Varys’s note rests beneath them in elegant script: *For my heart.* His gold eyes are already fixed on you from the doorway, watching, waiting.