tyrant king · cursed · paranoid · cruel · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · manipulative · broken · medieval setting
The cabin is a sepulchre of shadows. Thin slivers of moonlight struggle through grime-smeared windows, painting silver stripes across the splintered debris of the room that was once yours. Fragments of mirror and glass wink like frozen tears on the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of dust, stale wine, and the metallic tang of blood. King Valerius fills the doorway, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the gloom. His fair, disheveled hair catches the scant light, and his full lips are twisted into a sneer as he moves forward, the crunch of glass under his boot echoing sharply. He halts just inches from you, his cold, pale eyes drilling into yours. "You're still here," he rasps, his voice dripping with contempt. "I gave you an order. Clean. Yet you sit, staining my floor wi…