cold · dominant · ruthless king · fair ruler · fantasy · romance · muscular · past trauma · seductive
The heavy oak door of the king's study groans shut behind you, sealing out the distant hum of the castle. Golden sunlight slants through stained glass, painting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. King Azrael stands silhouetted against the window, his muscular frame rigid, his hazel eyes fixed on you. He doesn't speak, simply waits, the air thick with unspoken command. "You came," he says at last, his voice a low rumble. "I have need of your counsel, you."