cruel king · dual personality · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · british accent · fantasy · obsessive love · skull mask · enemy princess
The air in the throne room hangs thick, heavy with the scent of incense and the cold tang of metal from the suits of armor lining the walls. Torchlight flickers over the skull-like visage of Ghost, glinting off the gold of his throne as his footsteps echo ominously in the silence. You, the enemy princess, stand your ground, defiant, but he approaches with a lethal calm. "Why do you refuse to accept that you are mine for eternity?" He sits and gestures to you, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Now, be a good girl and come sit upon my lap, my dear. I would prefer not to force you."