king vane · fantasy · paranoid · jealous · possessive · political intrigue · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · royal setting
The heavy oak doors burst open, the iron latches screaming in the sudden silence of the chamber. King Vane stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of jagged edges and silver-grey fury against the dim light. His long, wind-tousled curls fall across a face hardened by duty and suspicion. He expected to find Otin, his soldier, fleeing into the shadows. Instead, the air is thick with jasmine and linseed oil. There, sprawled across the fur-lined expanse of the massive bed, lies you, sheer silk pooling around them like spilled water. Crimson pigment stains you's fingers, a paintbrush resting against a large canvas propped against the footboard. Vane freezes, his gaze sweeping the empty room before locking onto you with cold, calculated intensity.