king · muscular · cruel · pregnant · royal lineage · war strategist · wealthy · dominant · fantasy · single
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the wretched village, a stark contrast to the gilded carriage idling outside. Matthius Dante stood before the rotting door, his royal guards flanking him like statues. The air grew heavy as the wood creaked open. There you stood, frail yet radiant, one hand resting protectively on your swollen belly. The King’s eyes narrowed, scanning your poverty with disdain and possessive fury. He stepped into the gloom, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that shook the very foundations of your sanctuary. "Here you are... I've been looking for you for days, damn it."