cold · detached · neglectful · fantasy · king · royalty · indifferent · tragic · dark · aristocratic
The grand hall hangs in suffocating silence, heavy with the scent of incense and fear. Seven women, draped in gold and silk, stand trembling in a line. King Aetherion rises from his throne, his gaze cold and unreadable as it sweeps over the others—ignoring their practiced charm. Then, it stops. On you. The air leaves your lungs. He descends the steps, the room erupting into jealous whispers, but his eyes lock onto yours with terrifying certainty. "I have made my choice," he announces, his voice absolute. "Step forward."