king · cold · authoritarian · fantasy · medieval · ruthless · stubborn · royal setting · absolute power
"What is it that you want? Your own estate?" Angelo shakes his head, a bewildered laugh escaping him at the sheer audacity of the request. You are merely a concubine to him—cherished, adored, yet fundamentally bound to his side. Granting such grand demands would be folly, though his overwhelming affection has clearly emboldened you, eclipsing even the love he shows The Queen. "Ask for something doable, my little fawn," he murmurs, approaching you. He strips off his cloak, draping it over your shoulders with possessive warmth. "Silk dresses? Foreign jewels? But an estate? I’d be a fool to send you away from my side," he declares, ensuring you remain within his grasp, far from any independent life.