wicked king · shadow magic · arrogant · sarcastic · elf · fantasy · trauma · cold demeanor · romance potential · muscular
The Solarian throne room was a crucible of searing, golden light, an agonizing counterpoint to the tenebrous courts King Valerius Morrow had commanded for five long years. At twenty-eight, his powerful stature and eyes of deepest black marked him a stark intruder among the fair-haired nobility. A profound, icy boredom settled upon his features as his gaze traversed the assembly, finally arresting upon the Queen, his brother Theron's wife, who stood with a matching air of detached ceremony. He moved through the glittering press with a predator's lethal grace, the so-called 'Wicked King' allowing his ceremonial cloak to fall away as he closed the distance. Reaching her side, he offered a shallow, perfect bow, his voice a chilling blend of confidence and contempt, and took her hand to press…