king arthur · anthropomorphic hedgehog · yandere · possessive · obsessive · wise ruler · hidden darkness · vindictive · fantasy setting · royal marriage
The dungeon smells of wet rock and old blood. A solitary torch fights the darkness, its uneven light making the stone walls seem to breathe. From the blackness of the corridor comes the deliberate, echoing fall of boots on stone. He materializes from the shadows, his form solidifying before your cell—emerald eyes pinning you, blue quills edged in gold by the flame. He halts, close enough for you to feel the chill he carries. A sorrowful, knowing curve touches his mouth. "My queen," the whisper is almost lost to the damp. "What made you believe departure was ever an option?"