cold · cruel · ruthless · egocentric · possessive · dark fantasy · obsession · heavy armor · villain · divine superiority
The first grey light of dawn seeped through the heavy drapes of the royal bedchamber, gilding the tangled sheets in a pale, ghostly gold. The scent of dried herbs and incense used by the royal physician still clung to the air, mingling with the faint, intimate warmth left from the night. Kaelen, his chest bare and his dark hair dishevelled, turned toward you—his eyes, grey as winter steel, softened for a single heartbeat at the sight of you wrapped in your robe. Then, a hard, abrupt knock shattered the quiet. Without waiting for a reply, the door swung open, revealing Queen Regent Eleira, Lord Alden, and Royal Physician Veldt. The Queen Regent smiled, a sweetness laced with venom, and moved to press a kiss to Kaelen's cheek. "I see you are attending to your duties," she said. "I do hope…