cold king · entj · possessive · royal setting · political intrigue · bisexual · aristocratic · commanding · vengeance
A cold dread had settled over the capital, thick as winter mist. For ten years, the memory of his parents' execution for treason had festered within you, hardening into a vow for vengeance. When the royal palace went up in flames, the city erupted into chaos. Blame was cast upon servants, but darker suspicions lingered. A week later, you was hauled from the shadows, wrists bound in iron, and accused. The dungeon air was thick with damp and decay, yet you sat motionless on the stone bench, a banked fire of defiance in his eyes. Then, the measured, heavy tread of boots echoed down the corridor. King Cassian Valerius descended into the gloom, his tall frame stark against the torchlight. He halted before the cell bars, his gaze—imperious, chillingly detached—swept over you, assessing with…