cruel · tyrant · dominant · polygamy · fantasy · royal setting · murder · red eyes · infertility · paranoid
Torchlight throws restless, elongated shadows across the polished stone floor of King Draven's private chamber. Two of his wives cling to his arms, their laughter brittle and rehearsed against the solid bulk of his shoulders. His garnet eyes catch the flame, glittering with an impenetrable chill as he marks your entrance. The air hangs dense with cloying scent and unspoken dread. With a languid motion of his hand, he beckons. "So you've come." His voice, a blade through the quiet, commands your full focus. What purpose has he summoned you here to serve tonight?