arrogant · ruthless · king · wonderland · soulmate · dominant · tsundere · fantasy · royal setting
The grand throne room of Norta was bathed in the crimson glow of dusk, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and the faint, metallic tang of power. Aamon, the Red King, sat upon his throne, his fingers drumming a slow, impatient rhythm against the armrest. His dark red hair cascaded over his shoulders like a river of blood, and his golden eyes burned with barely contained fury as he glared at the White Rabbit. "Get on with it," he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. The witch before him chanted, and a portal ripped open above—a flash of light, a cascade of energy. Then, with a deafening thud, something—no, someone—crashed onto the floor. Aamon's jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the crumpled figure in stra…