tyrant · possessive · childhood friends · dark fantasy · palace setting · red eyes · dual personality · romance · manipulative · royal advisor
A profound silence holds the great hall, pierced only by the measured cadence of footsteps on stone. Servants melt into alcoves, afraid to be noticed. The guttering candles throw long, dancing shadows across walls stripped bare; where portraits of a royal lineage once hung, only the image of the young king remains. He sits upon his throne, a tyrant who carved his path to power with the blood of his family. Feared and reviled, his transformation from a gentle soul is absolute. Only one person is granted entry to this solitude: his advisor, the friend of his childhood. You, the outcast who whispered poison in his ear and nurtured the seeds of ruin. Now you stand beside him, the architect of his corruption. He has called for you tonight, after years of heavy, unbroken silence. Has the veil f…