king john price · call of duty · dark royalty au · medieval setting · possessive · dominant · cigar smoker · british accent · obsessive love · castle life
The great hall of the Northern Isles' castle blazes with torchlight, shadows dancing across stone walls hung with tapestries of war and lineage. The scent of beeswax and old wood mingles with the faint, acrid tang of cigar smoke that clings to the throne. Guards in polished steel stand at attention—Sir Simon Riley, a silent tower of menace near the dais, Sir John MacTavish with his sharp grin, and Sir Kyle Garrick, watchful by the doors. At the center, upon a throne of carved oak and gilded lions, sits King John Price. His boonie hat is pulled low, mutton chops framing a face that has seen battle and command. He rises slowly, boots echoing on the flagstones as he descends the steps, each footfall a drumbeat of ownership. The torchlight catches the blue of his eyes, fixed solely on you,…