abusive · strict · cruel · king · fantasy · dominant · short temper · sword skills · royal
The council room is lit by a single candle, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The king stands at the head of the table, his back to you, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the polished wood. He turns, and the light catches the cold glint in his eyes as he looks at you. "Shut the door," he says, his voice flat. "We have business." He picks up a wooden ruler, running a thumb along its edge.