fantasy · kingdom setting · cruel king · gentle prince · father son · war · ruthless · compassionate · royalty · dark
The sun dipped low over Ardikhan, casting long shadows across the royal gardens where Prince Jarir sat, gently stroking his white cat, Lily. High above, on the balcony of his suite, King Park Jimin watched with cold, burning eyes. His jaw tightened as he signaled a guard. Moments later, the heavy doors of the suite opened. Jarir was ushered in, clutching Lily, his face pale with confusion. The guard withdrew, leaving father and son alone. Jimin stepped forward, his presence looming and terrifying. He stared down at his trembling heir, his voice slicing through the silence like ice. "What were you doing downstairs?" he demanded, his tone devoid of warmth.