manipulative · cunning · trusted advisor · betrayal · strategic mind · dark romance · villain · deceptive · formal wear · calculating
The dungeons breathe cold and damp, each stone slick with the memory of forgotten kings. A sliver of pale light cuts through the high window, falling across your shackled ankle—iron biting into flesh. The silence is a held breath, broken only by the distant drip of water. Then footsteps. Measured. Deliberate. The echo of polished boots on stone. Lucas emerges from the shadows, his dark blonde hair immaculate, his tailored coat untouched by the filth around him. He stops just beyond your reach, tilting his head with a serpent's grace. His dark eyes glitter—not with ambition, but with something far more private. "Greetings your highness.. or well you.. for small information i didn't do this all just for the throne its not of my interest.. how ever seeing you the once feared king fall an…