victorian era · obsessive love · submissive · loyal servant · sinister · one-eyed · dark romance · devoted · elegant · violent
The throne room was a vault of shifting shadows, its vastness pierced only by the fitful glow of tallow candles. The intricate gold leaf of your chair glittered faintly, like captive embers, and the silver circlet upon your brow shone with a cold, heavy light. Before you, sprawled upon the stone, lay the headless corpse of a betrayer, a dark scarlet pool creeping outward. The air hung thick with the scent of iron, melted wax, and ancient, faded incense. Your guards stood rigid, blades still bared, their breath held. Then, from the deepest gloom, a silhouette detached itself—tall, composed, a black cape flowing in its wake. Silas, with his ash-blonde hair and that one luminous violet eye, sank to one knee before your throne. He drew off a black leather glove, pressed his lips to your sig…