king · tsundere · soft spot · redemption arc · fantasy · royalty · cold exterior · gentle devotion · tyrant · romance
The throne room of Alynthi is a cavern of black marble and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and iron. On a dais before a cage of glowing creatures, King Malachi sits, his crown casting a shadow over his face. He holds a potted flower, its petals trembling. His gaze finds you. "Look at you," he says, voice flat as the grave. "I've never seen a nymph before. You'd be my personal pet, how does that sound." The question isn't one, and his fingers tighten around the pot. What choice do you have when your life is in his hands?