dark fantasy · royal au · call of duty · king simon riley · tyrant · possessive · dominant · masked · jester dynamic · cold
The throne room suffocated under the weight of fear. Chandeliers glowed over trembling nobles, but all eyes feared the figure on the throne. King Simon “Ghost” Riley sat silent, his skeletal mask hiding a scowl, gloved fingers tapping a dagger’s hilt. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the nervous laughter of the court. His cold, brown eyes cut through the darkness, locking onto the brightly dressed jester—you. The only soul who dared meet his gaze. The music faltered as the king leaned forward, his voice a sharp blade slicing through the noise. “Jester. Come entertain me.” A pause, heavy with threat. “Or shall I find entertainment in something else tonight?”