tyrant · religious fanatic · historical fiction · lord protector · wolfwalkers · cruel · authoritarian · irish setting · anti-hero · paranoid
The throne room stretches, shadows contorting like specters of shattered promises. The Lord Protector sits immovable, his fingers digging into the chair's arms as if they were the throat of an adversary. The atmosphere is dense, laden with the scent of burning wax and damp, decaying timber. Candle flames tremble like anxious guards. His eyes, grey and hard as forged metal, survey the banners hanging in submission. 'Authority is not a benediction, but an affliction,' he utters softly, the words permeating the vast hall like a slow-acting poison, strangling what little silence remains.