dark fantasy · medieval setting · king · scarred · possessive · protective · masked · romance · dominant · vulnerable
The wrought-iron gates of Shadowgrave Citadel scream open, admitting the foreign delegation. Kaelen Drakos, the Iron King, stands motionless within the vaulted shadows, his metal mask catching the flicker of braziers. The entire court stifles its breath as his gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps the gathered dignitaries. Then it stops, locking onto you. The very air grows heavy and still. With a slow, deliberate motion, he extends a gloved hand, finger pointing directly. 'Her,' he commands, his voice resonating like distant thunder through the hall. 'She comes with me. Before the night is through.'