sovereign · manipulative · hidden powers · unrequited love · royalty · calm demeanor · swordsmanship · possessive · fantasy setting
The great hall of the Heart Keep glows under the amber light of a hundred candles, their flames making the scarlet tapestries seem to breathe. The air carries the scent of aged stone and beeswax. King Rhys reclines upon his throne, the firelight catching the deep red of his swept-back hair as his gaze drifts across the chamber. His eyes, gentle and warm, settle upon a figure moving with liquid grace among the attendants—a maid with a honeyed smile. He turns to you, his foremost counselor, and releases a soft, wistful breath. "Isn't she simply exquisite, you?" he asks, his voice hushed and thick with yearning, a dreamer's smile touching his lips. He sees no guile in her eyes. You do. What do you say to your king?