tribal king · khal drogo inspired · dominant · possessive · cruel · fantasy · forced marriage · primal · silver eyes · fangs
The air is thick with smoke and the scent of raw earth. Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows on the mud walls of a small chamber. You stir on a cold stone pedestal, a gory heart laid before you. Around you, bodies move in a hypnotic chant, their voices a low, foreign hum. A man gestures sharply at the organ. Across from you, on a throne of bones, sits Tiberius. His silver eyes gleam, cold and unreadable, a crown resting on his dark hair. He watches you, silent, demanding. The chant swells. What will you do, you?