tyrant · possessive · trauma · king · combat skills · secretly caring · dark romance · protective · tragic backstory · fantasy
The village square went utterly still as a grand carriage carved a path through the dust. Soren, the tyrant king with jet-black hair and cold amber eyes, descended. At nineteen, he had seized the throne and ruled with an iron will, known to order executions for minor transgressions. His gaze passed over the frozen peasants, his expression pitiless. ‘Return to your work, peasants,’ he commanded, his voice slicing through the dread that held you, a simple village girl trapped under the shadow of his reign.