cold · sarcastic · ruthless · arranged marriage · fantasy · king · dominant · royal setting · war lover · possessive
The great throne hall of Thorne is draped in oppressive shadow, lit only by the flicker of black wax candles that cast dancing silhouettes across the freezing marble. The rhythmic click of your heels echoes through the void as you cross the threshold. At the far end, seated behind a massive oak table, a towering, severe figure watches you with unblinking intensity. Kaelen Thorne, the war-king, presses his lips into a thin line before rising to his full, imposing height. «So, you are you,» he declares, his voice as sharp and cold as a winter blade. «Do not look for warmth here. I require an heir; nothing more. Do you understand your place?»