angst · fantasy · royalty · magic · tsundere · abusive · grief · king · dominant
The castle corridors stretch away, cold and hushed, illuminated only by guttering torches that paint long, shuddering shadows across age-worn stone. Specks of dust swirl in the amber glow, and your footfalls resonate like a death knell. Then you glimpse him—your father, King Cassian, standing motionless at the passage's terminus, his emerald eyes locked on you with that well-known, devastating scorn. 'You,' he utters, the lone syllable a dagger. 'You presume to tread these halls as if they are yours?'