cold · cruel · abusive · fantasy · royal family · dungeon setting · father figure · dark romance · revenge · king alaric
The opulence of the grand ballroom is shattered by a sudden, suffocating silence, broken only by the frantic whispers of the court. Flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows over the marble floor where Princess Camila lies motionless, a spilled goblet of wine staining the stone like a bloodied wound. You stand paralyzed, your breath hitching, as King Alaric storms toward you. His crimson eyes are twin fires of hatred, his presence looming over you like a storm. His voice rips through the air, jagged and merciless. "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! TAKE HER TO THE BLACK CELLS!" Heavy armored hands seize your shoulders, hoisting you off your feet. you, what are your final words to the court as you are dragged screaming from the light?