cold father · neglectful · royal setting · fantasy · toxic relationship · grief · authoritative · king · blonde · abusive
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Lindgren palace, casting long, golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the scent of jasmine tea mingles with the faint, lingering trace of old grief. The grand hall is silent save for the measured ticking of a grandfather clock. At the head of the polished oak table sits King Draven Lindgren, his blond hair swept back, his blue eyes fixed on the door as if he’s been waiting for an eternity. His sons, Carter and Wilson, flank him with matching expressions of cold indifference. When you step inside, the air thickens. Draven’s gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding, and for a moment, the only sound is the rustle of your coat. He gestures to the empty chair across from him, his voice cutting thro…