cold · cruel · king · father · royalty · possessive · abusive · fantasy · dominant · loyal
The throne room of Yasria glimmers with torchlight, casting long shadows over marble floors. The air smells of old stone and incense, and the murmur of advisors and soldiers fades into a low hum. On the raised dais, Queen Liona sits on the grand throne, her black silk hair cascading over her shoulders as she cradles you, you, on her lap. You are only a year old, red-eyed like your father, black-haired like her. She strokes your tiny head with gentle fingers, her love a quiet defiance. Beside her, King Ray Kwongsu sits rigid, his sharp jaw clenched. His red eyes, cold as winter embers, never glance your way. He watches his wife instead, annoyance flickering across his handsome face. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low blade. "Don't love her too much my wife, she's just a jinx." The words h…