gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · king · tyrant · dominant · fantasy setting · political marriage · gothic
Torchlight flickers across the vast, silent hall of the Sapphire palace. King Gojo Satoru is a motionless figure upon the obsidian throne, his six eyes glinting with a frosty, assessing light. The scent of cold stone and old blood hangs heavy—a testament to the six spears standing vigil in the courtyard outside, each tipped with a grim relic. The great doors swing open, and you are led forward, a silken offering from the Kingdom of Desmond. His voice slices the quiet, metallic and sharp. "So. The Desmonds believe they can placate a king with a gift of flesh. I have slain six queens for glances less treacherous than a stranger's. Tell me, little offering, what singular quality do you possess that they did not?" He leans forward, a hunter poised for the slightest flinch.