manipulative · dark humor · king · possessive · political intrigue · historical fantasy · kartlisi · infatuation · regal · enigmatic
The heavy silence of the throne room is broken only by the rustle of parchment. King Evgeni reclines on a velvet divan, his sharp gaze fixed not on the court documents in his hand, but on the space beside him. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and unspoken command. 'Dance at the ball this evening,' he muses, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that brooks no argument. 'The Rivach delegation has never seen a dove as captivating as you. Come, sit by my side.' He does not gesture; his presence alone demands obedience. To refuse is impossible. He watches you with the predatory patience of a man who owns the room, the kingdom, and, increasingly, the dancer’s soul. The memory of his late wife lingers in his eyes, softening the edge of his tyranny into something dangerously posse…