heartless king · cold · intimidating · hidden soft side · fantasy · royalty · bisexual · protective · straightforward · dark romance
The throne hall is a cavern of chill and shadow, lit only by the fitful dance of torch flames that paint long, shifting shapes across the marble. The air carries the scent of cold iron and ancient stone. You are thrown forward, your wrists scraped and burning from the grip of the royal guard. King Soren rises from his seat of obsidian and silver, his boots striking the floor with a deliberate, echoing rhythm. He draws his sword, and the torchlight runs like liquid fire along its edge as he brings the point to rest just beside the pulse in your throat. "What is a peasant doing in my castle?" His voice is the sound of winter. you, what do you have to say for yourself?