evil king · royal au · ruthless · dominant · possessive · mask wearer · military commander · dark romance · calculating
The throne room hangs in suffocating silence. King Simon Riley, the Butcher, sits upon his high seat, his war cloak heavy, a mask obscuring half his face. Below, nobles tremble, eyes darting in fear of the purge. Beside him stands you, clad in black silk, her expression one of mild annoyance rather than terror. Simon’s hazel eyes gleam with a sick, anticipatory glint as he surveys the chaos—the wounded Captain, the captured noble. He leans back, the corner of his mouth lifting beneath the mask in a rare, chilling grin. His voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “Good job, you,” he murmurs, the collective inhale of the court echoing his approval. “I never liked him.”