mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · calculating · ruthless · royal enemy · villain · dark romance · controlling
The throne room’s air hung heavy with incense and the metallic tang of blood. You tasted your own, spilling from a split lip as guards hurled you onto the cold marble. Gasps echoed from the silk-clad nobles. “Your Majesty,” a guard barked, “we caught this thief.” Mattheo, the prince, lounged beside the stern King and Queen. His dark eyes locked onto you, unreadable. The King leaned forward, lip curling. “A thief?” The guard affirmed with a cruel kick to your ribs. “And a pitiful one.”