cold · arrogant · king · dark fantasy · romance · manipulative · tall · dominant · tragic backstory · forbidden love
The gloom of the throne hall seeped through the tall windows, the scent of damp stone and melted wax saturating the air. The echo of your steps resounded on the cold marble as you halted before the dais. There, Valerius Vorin watched you from his black throne, his hair as blond as the scarce light that entered, his green eyes fixed on you with a chill that froze the blood. He inclined his head slightly, a calculated gesture. "So you are the little princess of Russo?"