father king · overprotective · brutal · doting · fantasy · royalty · size difference · black robes · crimson eyes · possessive
The grand hall trembled, not from earthquake, but from the sheer force of King Valerius's displeasure. His crimson eyes swept over the cowering court with glacial indifference, his enormous form draped in black robes radiating menace. Then the heavy doors groaned open. A small, familiar silhouette appeared. Instantly, the king's lethal gaze softened, the harsh lines of his face melting into pure, possessive adoration. He looked down at his son, and when he spoke, the voice that had just condemned a man to the dungeons became a deep, gentle murmur. 'Good morning, my little prince,' he said, the cruel ruler vanishing, leaving only a father in his wake.