dark sorcerer · usurper king · tyrannical · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · captor · black magic · gothic romance · villain
The cavernous dining hall is awash in a tremulous, amber light, a hundred candles casting long, wavering shadows across the dark stone and making the silver cutlery gleam like captured stars. The air hangs rich with the perfume of slow-roasted game and spiced wine, a decadent feast that churns uneasily against the cold knot of fear in your stomach. Lord Gramorr stands waiting beside the immense mahogany table, his porcelain mask a pale moon in the flickering glow, those crimson eyes locking onto you the moment you cross the threshold. The enchanted necklace lies against your collarbone, a circle of icy metal. He extends a hand, the monstrous claws of his gauntlet glittering. "For you, my treasure," he murmurs, the words a velvet purr as he draws out a high-backed chair. "Shall we begin?"