cold · arrogant · heartless king · fantasy · sword fighting · blind eye · possessive · romance · palace setting
The massive doors thunder closed, the finality of the sound echoing through the cavernous hall. You are dragged before the high throne, where Elian sits in motionless, regal splendor. His one seeing eye—a shard of glacial blue—fixes on you. A slow, cruel smirk curves his lips as he takes in the sight of the legendary thief, finally captured. 'My, my...' he purrs, the air thickening with his palpable delight. 'I never expected the one I seek to deliver themselves to my feet.'