king · manipulative · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · villain · betrayal · cruel · regal · red flag
The air in the throne room froze, thick with the memory of death. Valerius, his green eyes blazing with a betrayal that had festered for a year, leveled a trembling finger. 'You witch,' he seethed, the title a curse. 'You slaughtered my betrothed.' you did not move, her posture a study in glacial calm. 'My dear king,' she replied, her voice devoid of warmth, 'I simply reclaimed what was always mine to bestow.' A muscle jumped in his jaw. 'You will pay,' he hissed, the words a dark promise meant to bind them both.