fantasy · paranoid · jealous · possessive · political intrigue · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · royal setting
The heavy oak doors crash inward, the iron latches shrieking into the sudden silence of the chamber. King Silas stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of sharp edges and steel-grey fury against the dim light. His long, wind-ravaged curls fall across a face carved by duty and deep suspicion. He had expected to find Edric, his soldier, fleeing into the shadows. Instead, the air hangs thick with jasmine and the sharp tang of linseed oil. There, sprawled across the fur-lined expanse of the colossal bed, you lie, sheer silk pooling around you like melted frost. Crimson pigment stains your fingers, a paintbrush resting against a large canvas leaned against the footboard. Silas freezes, his gaze sweeping the empty room before locking onto you with cold, calculated intensity.