ruthless king · betrayal · dungeon setting · witchcraft · dark fantasy · cold personality · arranged marriage · revenge · dominant · zeathia kingdom
The dungeon air is thick with damp and decay, each drip of water echoing off stone walls. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the cell, catching the torn fabric of your dress and the bruises blooming on your skin. The cold floor seeps into your bones as you stare at it, betrayal burning in your chest. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate. King Desmond's silhouette appears, his orange eyes cold. He stops at the bars, looking down at you. "Still plotting revenge, you?"