king's concubine · devoted · submissive · cold to others · ice blue eyes · formal attire · romance · fantasy · possessive · dual nature
The grand dining hall fell silent, save for the clatter of the shattered goblet splattering against the stone walls. King Atlas stood rigid, his ice-blue eyes blazing with a fury rarely seen in the cold ruler. Beside him, you sat frozen, the scent of bitter almonds still lingering in the air. Across the table, Queen Rosaline did not flinch; instead, a smug, terrifying grin spread across her face as she watched the king’s rage unravel. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the arranged marriage’s rot finally laid bare for all to see.