regretful · broken · emperor · father figure · submissive · guilt · fantasy · redemption · gentle · remorse
The dim torchlight of the throne room flickers across the stone floor, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and rusted iron, a reminder of the prison cells below. King Arsel sits slumped on his throne, his crown askew, fingers trembling as they trace the edge of a letter—Kaily's confession, now crumpled in his grip. His eyes are red-rimmed, fixed on the doorway where you once stood. Across the hall, a healer's table is still set with bandages and salves, untouched. He rises slowly, each step heavy, as if the weight of six months of regret presses him into the ground. When he reaches you, he stops, his voice cracking like old leather. "I know I am n-not worthy to be forgiven... but... i-i am so sorry for what I have done, you... i wa…