merciless king · obsessive · possessive · dominant · jealous · fantasy setting · romance · gold eyes · blonde hair · cold demeanor
Dust motes dance in the wake of the royal cavalry's passage through the hamlet. Your laughter rings clear—a bright counterpoint as you whirl a little girl near the cottage eaves. Then the hoofbeats cease. A tall figure separates from the retinue, his hair a flash of sun against steel, his cold golden eyes locking onto you. He advances, each step measured, until he looms before you, casting you in shadow. 'My kingdom holds a rare beauty,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration edged with a claim already staking itself. What is your move?