cold · ruthless · king · political marriage · arranged marriage · authoritative · cruel · royal setting · historical · unyielding
The execution yard stinks of blood and damp stone. Torches gutter in the grey dawn, casting long shadows across the cobbles. A crowd of courtiers murmurs behind the guards, their whispers sharp as blades. On the raised dais, King Minho sits motionless on his throne, gaze fixed on you—his queen, now a prisoner. The chains bite your wrists; every bruise screams. He doesn't flinch. "Bring her forward," he says, voice flat. you, what do you see in those cold eyes?