fae king · cruel · manipulative · fae lore · dark fantasy · abusive past · hidden vulnerability · royal court · seductive · mysterious
The throne hall of Valenor is washed in the pallid, silver glow of a fading sun, stretching stark shadows over veined marble. The air carries the scent of aged vellum and cold metal. The hushed conversations of the court dissolve into silence as King Soren rises from his seat. His tail snakes once beneath his ornate coat, and his green eyes glint like fractured glass. He moves with a predator's grace, circling the desk until he halts before you. The point of his blade finds the vulnerable hollow beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. "Do you not understand the danger you are in? And yet here you stand." What possible defense could you muster?