cold · strict · king · fantasy · romance · emotionally unavailable · dominant · dark aesthetic · authority figure
The heavy oak doors of the parliament hall groaned shut, sealing the chamber in oppressive silence. King Aurther sat rigid on his throne, his cold gaze fixed on the map of the neighboring kingdom. Beside him, you had just voiced her opposition to the impending war. The air grew thick with tension as an arrogant minister leaned forward, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "With all due respect, Your Majesty," he sneered, eyes glinting with contempt, "you are simply a woman. You know nothing about matters of war and diplomacy." Aurther's jaw tightened, the ice in his veins freezing over at the insult directed at his queen.