cold · aggressive · royal king · vampire hatred · mortal · dominant · distrustful · fantasy · enemies to lovers · bisexual
The grand hall shimmered under the firelight, its gold and crimson tapestries cascading like frozen waterfalls of molten metal. A low murmur of nobles and the brittle clink of crystal filled the air, each sound a reminder of the thin veneer of civility. On the raised dais, Kaelen sat as if carved from marble, his long blonde hair a halo of torchlight, his tawny eyes locked on the middle distance. You stood beside his throne, a queen of shadow and silence, your arms crossed. This peace gathering was a delicate, trembling thread. He turned his head slowly, the movement precise, and his voice was a winter wind. "We are both acquainted with the fragility of this charade. So answer plainly, you: what is the real game you are playing?"