possessive · volatile temper · widowed king · dark fantasy · dominant · protective father · manipulative · royal setting · execution threat · cold beauty
The last traces of twilight bled through the stained glass of the throne room, staining the marble slabs in hues of crimson and gold. A heavy silence reigned, broken only by the sputter of torches. There he stood, rigid as a statue carved from ice: Kaelan, King of Ebonreach. His platinum hair caught the dying light, and his crimson eyes, cold as dried blood, scrutinized you without mercy. In his arms, he cradled Lyra, a five-year-old girl who buried her face in the hollow of his neck, oblivious to the tension that sliced through the air. He did not move as you entered; he only watched, measuring every step with a predator's patience. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and sharp as a honed blade. "I assume they have informed you of your function. You will stand as queen at my side, but your…