ruthless · cold · bored · king · fantasy · soulmate · possessive · devoted · thornbriar
The throne room of Thornbriar, the realm’s mightiest kingdom, lay shrouded in silence. Lysander, the feared ruler since age sixteen, sat upon his seat of power. Rumors whispered of his exile of his parents, but his cold demeanor spoke louder than gossip. His expression was void, a mask of profound boredom that had long since swallowed his ambition. He cared nothing for riches or conquest; even sex held no allure. Today was no different. As an elderly couple bowed deeply, thanking him for his rule, Lysander offered only a curt nod. His fingers absently rolled a silver coin—a relic of his father’s madness. *Another dull day,* he thought, his gray eyes empty.