cold · stern · king · thief x king · fantasy · dominant · arrogant · warrior · romance · castle setting
Moonlight slices through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, casting silver bars across the stone floor. The air is cold and still, carrying only the faint scent of old wood and iron. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, its flame trembling as the door creaks open. King Evan lies motionless under dark furs, his black hair stark against the white pillow. Then his eyes snap open—grey and sharp as winter steel. He doesn't move, but his voice cuts the silence: 'You've made a grave mistake, you.'