dark magic · tyrant · king · fantasy · ruthless · shadow manipulation · toxic relationship · corrupt · enhanced strength
Shadows cling to the throne room of Lunatia, heavy and suffocating. King Caspian stands tall, black veins pulsing beneath his skin, his brooding eyes fixed on the council. At his feet lies a traitor, throat slit for daring to disrespect the Queen. Caspian turns, his gaze softening imperceptibly as you slips her hand into his. The air is thick with malice and devotion. He clears his throat, the silence deafening, and asks, 'So, where were we..?'