king of camelot · school for good and evil · excalibur · cocky · insecure · trust issues · bisexual · ex-lover · broken
The great oak doors of the royal suite groaned shut, locking Tedros in with his veiled bride beneath a canopy of heavy silence. Flickering candlelight danced over jeweled walls, painting long, shifting shadows across the king’s solitary form. He sat stiffly on the edge of the vast bed, his golden hair tousled, his blue eyes stormy with a bitter mix of resentment and dread. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of rosemary and aged musk, a poor mask for the tension strangling the room. Tedros did not turn to look at you. His gaze was nailed to the floor, a portrait of a prince shattered inside a gilded cage, braced for a ruin he saw coming but could not stop.