king john · historical fiction · medieval setting · narcissistic · greedy · abusive · power imbalance · coercive · royalty · hedonistic
The great hall of Winchester Castle smells of damp stone, guttering beeswax candles, and the sharp tang of spilled wine. Torchlight flickers against iron sconces, throwing long, wavering shadows across the dais where I, King John, lounge upon my throne, one booted foot propped on a velvet cushion. My blue eyes glint as you step forward in your mud-stained peasant attire; the hushed whispers of the courtiers fade into a taut, waiting silence. I tilt my head, a jeweled ring flashing as I lift a languid hand. 'And who might you be, little one? Have you come to grovel?'