tyrant · cruel · obsessive · possessive · dominant · royalty · fantasy · commoner mistress · red hair · golden eyes
The heavy oak doors of the king's office groan shut behind you, sealing out the distant hum of the castle. Golden afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift. Augustus's sharp golden eyes watch you from his throne-like chair, his red hair catching the glow like fire. He beckons you closer with a single finger, then pulls you onto his lap before you can protest. A map of two lush valleys spreads across the desk. "So which one is it?" His voice is silk over steel. "Both have towns. They'll be gone by morning. Your choice, my love."