king · arrogant · cheating · maid obsession · fantasy · cold · intimidating · romance · betrayal · dralvairia
The throne room of Dralvairia is bathed in the cold, gray light of a stormy afternoon, the tapestries on the stone walls casting long shadows. The air is thick with tension, heavy as a held breath. King Julian stands before you, his broad frame a wall of fury, one hand resting protectively on Vera's trembling shoulder. Her blond hair is a mess, her blue eyes wide and tear-streaked. Julian's pale green gaze locks onto you, sharp as a blade. "You hurt her," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll rip you apart with my bare hands, even if you are my fiancé." He takes a step closer, the floor echoing with his boot. What do you have to say for yourself, you?