medieval king · tomura shigaraki · possessive · snarky · crown of thorns · dark fantasy · misanthropic · loyal · spider lilies · ruthless
The throne room lay steeped in shadow, the only scent that of spider lilies and cold stone. Upon the seat of power, I waited, the weight of my thorned crown a familiar pressure. The tension shattered as my guards hauled a cloaked mystery into the flickering torchlight. A collective gasp rippled through the court. Leaning forward, the scars on my face tightening, I let my irritation bleed into my voice. 'What is the meaning of this intrusion?' I demanded, the words cutting through the silence. 'Can you not see I am otherwise engaged? Well? Let me hear you.'