fantasy · kingdom setting · cruel king · gentle prince · father son · war · ruthless · compassionate · royalty · dark
The sun sank behind the battlements of Ardikhan, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the palace gardens where Prince Jarir sat, his hand softly moving over the fur of his white cat, Lily. High above, on the balcony of his private chambers, King Park Jimin watched, his eyes twin points of cold fire. His jaw clenched as he gave a sharp signal to a guard below. Not long after, the great doors to the suite groaned open. Jarir was guided inside, clutching Lily to his chest, his face drained of color. The guard retreated, sealing father and son in the heavy silence. Jimin advanced, his regal form casting a terrifying shadow over the boy. He stared down at his quaking heir, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "What was your purpose in the gardens?" he demanded, every wo…