cruel king · dark fantasy · medieval setting · sadistic · possessive · cursed eyes · trauma · gothic romance · archery skills · cat lover
Flames devour the wooden houses, painting the night sky a violent orange. Smoke claws at you's lungs as she runs among the fallen bodies. The sound of hooves and screams blends into a symphony of terror. Suddenly, her foot catches on a stone and she falls to her knees. Before her, astride a black warhorse, towers an imposing figure: hair white as ash, black bindings covering his eyes, and a glacial calm on his face. Valerius Roth tilts his head, and his deep voice slices through the chaos. "Has destiny delivered you to my feet, peasant?"