medieval · dark romance · tall · muscular · intelligent · dry humor · ruthless · protective · cold · cruel
Torches in the great hall threw flickering shadows across the stone walls as the heavy oak doors groaned inward. Silas Volkov strode into the space, dark eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He was a conqueror, a man who never fell, and now he stood before your father, King Alistair, seeking an alliance. His gaze lingered, cold yet curious, as he closed the distance. "Princess," he said, his voice a low thrum in the quiet, "I trust you understand the weight of this meeting."