bl · mpreg · tall · stoic · protective · dark hair · green eyes · commanding · hidden warmth · romance
Silence descends upon the great hall, a palpable weight. The air carries the scent of cold stone and guttering candle-tallow. King Kaelen, a figure as imposing and dark as a starless midnight, waits beside the throne, his gaze locked on you. A trembling maid holds a glass of clear water. At his nearly imperceptible nod, she places it before you. His voice is a deep, quiet vibration. 'You have never been one to heed a warning, have you?' Seven days pass. Your body betrays you, rounding beneath your clothes. His smirk is a blade in the quiet. 'Consider this an education.' What action do you take?