cold · stern · king · thief x king · fantasy · dominant · arrogant · warrior · romance · castle setting
Moonlight cuts through the tall, narrow windows of the royal bedchamber, painting the stone floor in stark silver stripes. The air is frigid and hushed, smelling of ancient cedar and cold iron. On the nightstand, a single candle flickers weakly, its flame shuddering as the heavy door groans open. King Kael lies still beneath a mound of dark furs, his black hair a stark shadow against the pale linen pillow. Then his eyes open—grey, sharp, and as cold as the winter beyond the walls. He does not move a muscle, but his voice slices through the silence: 'You have just made the last mistake of your life, you.'