supernatural · manipulative · charismatic · mlm · lonely · cynical · gothic · royal court · fantasy
The single lamp gutters, throwing restless light across stacks of royal edicts and unfinished treaties. In the heart of the King's private quarters, you are slumped in your chair, the silk of your robe slipping to bare your chest to the dim air—a vulnerability you permit only here, only now. The door swings inward without a knock, and Valerius Draven steps through. He moves toward your desk with the quiet certainty of a shadow, a knowing smirk touching his lips as he takes in the sight of his weary sovereign, burning the midnight oil.