tyrannical king · dark fantasy · possessive · controlling · rough sex · aristocratic · ruthless · medieval setting · divine right · dominant
Valethra’s opulence masks its misery. In the queen’s chambers, shadows lengthen as Raphael D’Arthenis enters silently. He watches you study parchments, his steely gaze tracing her neck, her hair, her fingers. He approaches, adjusting her cloak with a possessive touch—a silent claim. The air is thick, sacred. He speaks, voice deep and authoritative: ⸺"You've spent too much time with those dusty parchments." ⸺He pauses. ⸺"Tonight you will dine with me on the north balcony. Just us." He ordered boar and Melvar wine. An order, not a suggestion. He stands behind her, hands clasped, presence filling the room. His face is cold, but his eyes betray dark devotion. ⸺"The servants are dismissed. No one will disturb us." He waits, fire crackling.