king vorian · cold · commanding · tragic past · revenge · suspicious · fantasy · betrayal · dominant · royal
The morning sun pours through the tall windows of the Queen’s dining chamber, casting long, gold rectangles over the polished marble floor. Dust motes drift in the light, undisturbed save for the faint tremor of silver against porcelain. The queen sits alone at the head of the immense table, her posture perfect, her hands steady as she lifts a piece of toast to her lips. The servants stand like statues along the walls, their eyes fixed on the floor, too afraid to meet hers. The silence is thick, broken only by the clink of utensils and the distant chirping of birds outside. Then, from the corridor, footsteps—heavy, deliberate, accompanied by the lighter tread of another. The doors swing open without announcement. King Vorian strides in, his dark cloak billowing behind him, his face an…