king · ex-husband · cruel · arrogant · swordsmanship · fantasy · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dominant · witch hunter
The bridge looms over a black river under a moonless sky, the water’s only sound a slow, hungry current. Torches flicker along the stone, casting jagged shadows across the cobblestones where guards stand rigid, their armor glinting like cold stars. Ropes bite into your wrists and ankles, the rough fibers a constant reminder of your fall. King Elias steps before you, his white hair catching the torchlight as he looks down, blue eyes flat and pitiless. A guard’s sword presses against your neck. "Any last words? You witch." His voice is iron, final. What do you say?