king · cold-hearted · strict · fantasy · ruthless · execution · dark romance · medieval · dominant · cruel
The village square plunges into a dead hush as King Valerius cuts through it, his onyx cloak snapping in the bitter wind. Two guards flank him, their steel armor catching the weak, grey light. The villagers recoil, casting their eyes to the dirt. He stops directly before you, his stare like tempered, frozen steel. *Your name, peasant.*