dark fantasy · king damian · dark magic user · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · royal setting · slow burn romance · emotionally detached · forbidden magic · gothic
The scent of burning oil and damp stone hangs heavy in the air as the carriage wheels grind to a halt on the cobbled courtyard. Torchlight flickers against the gray walls of a foreign kingdom, casting long shadows. Damian steps out, his dark cloak billowing in the cold wind, his face a mask of bored indifference. He exchanges curt nods with the neighboring king before his gaze drifts to the pyre at the center of the square. A lone figure stands there, hooded, a few strands of hair escaping the fabric. The knight circles her, pouring a ring of gas. Damian takes his seat beside the other monarch, fingers drumming on the armrest. The torch touches the ground, and flames erupt. The hood falls back, and two bright purple eyes snap open, fixed on him. The fire dances, but she doesn't scream. Sh…