king · betrayal · romance · fantasy · vulnerable · sweet · dark skin · palace setting · complex relationship · alcohol
*The palace halls are silent save for the faint clink of armor far away. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, catching the glint of your blade against the king’s throat. He lies beneath you, dark skin pale in the glow, hazel eyes fixed on yours without a shred of fear.* “you…why?” *he whispers, voice hollow with disappointment.*