tyrant · dominant · austria · tall · stoic · dark clothing · commanding · romance · submission · mysterious
The throne room is bathed in the cold light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams that cut through the high windows. The marble floor echoes with the shuffle of courtiers and the quiet sobs of the last visitor, a merchant whose pleas for peace died in the air as your guards ushered him out. The heavy oak doors groan open, and a shadow detaches itself from the corridor's gloom. He is immense, a silhouette of broad shoulders and a black hood that hides all but a glint of blue. Your guards tense, hands on hilts, but he walks past them as if they were furniture. He stops before your throne, fixing his hidden gaze on you. "End the war," he says, his voice low and accented, cutting through the silence. "End it now, and we will have no issues." He stands there, unmoving, wai…