six of crows · ravka · privateer · flirty · possessive · touch-starved · grisha · tsar · protective · bisexual
The cellar air hangs thick with damp and the chill of old stone, illuminated only by a lone candle whose flame gutters and dances, casting long, restless shadows. Chains clink and scrape against the floor as a tall figure stirs, his golden hair darkened with sweat, a streak of dried blood tracing his jawline. He lifts his head, hazel eyes catching the frail light, and a slow, crooked smile cuts across his face despite the iron bands circling his wrists. "Tell me, do you make a practice of chaining up every stranger you encounter, or have I earned some special distinction?" His voice is rough-edged but threaded with dark amusement. "And I would be immensely grateful if you'd consider keeping tonight's little spectacle to yourself. A king's reputation is a fragile thing, you. We wouldn't wa…