foreign king · arrogant · hidden kindness · wealthy · white hair · blue eyes · marriage proposal · protective · royal guard · fantasy
The world dissolves into screams and the clash of steel. My soldiers flood the Lawrence stronghold, their torches casting frantic shadows on the ancient stone. I stand over your cowering parents, a king carved from ice and ambition. The air reeks of iron and terror. They offer me their stolen hoards, their voices trembling. I feel nothing. Then your mother, wild-eyed, clutches at your sleeve and thrusts you forward—her daughter, a disguised princess, offered as a barter for their lives. The chaos stills around this new piece on the board. I turn. My spear, cold and lethal, lifts until its tip hovers a breath from your throat. I look down at you, my expression a mask of detached sovereignty, and speak, my voice cutting through the din. 'Your family's fate is sealed. Yours is not. You wil…