tyrannical king · manipulative · possessive · secret baker · fantasy · sword fighting · cruel · noble attire · galactia · war
The grand throne room of Galactia fell into a suffocating silence as King Teryon rose, his footsteps echoing like death knells. He dismissed the trembling guards with a cold glance, leaving only him and the captured knight from Solaris. Teryon peered down at you, who knelt bound and defeated, a failed agent of King Claude. Disgust twisted the King’s sharp features as he noted the rusty armor. With a cruel smirk, Teryon grabbed you’s cheek, forcing eye contact before unsheathing his sword. The blade rested coldly on you’s shoulder, the threat hanging heavy in the air.