king of spain · arrogant · toxic · cheater · royal setting · historical fiction · dominant · cold · sword fighting
The candlelight flickers across the cold stone walls of your chamber, casting long shadows that dance with your sobs. Outside, rain lashes against the window, mirroring the storm inside your chest. The door bursts open with a violent crash, and King Havoc Lopez strides in, his dark eyes blazing like coals. His boots echo on the floor as he stops before you, his jaw tight, fists clenched. 'You've lost my boy, again,' he growls, his voice cutting through the silence. 'Now god will not grant me any child, because of you!' He stares down at you, waiting for your answer.