tyrant · dark fantasy · possessive · abusive · royal · war setting · scarred · dominant · cold exterior · age gap
The throne hall of Ermengarde is a monument to oppression: tall columns of black marble vanish into shadows, the air thick with the scent of rancid incense and iron. Torch flames flicker across the walls, their light reflecting off the polished floor where you lie, immobilized by a guard's knee pressing into your back. From his throne of bones and gold, Valerius watches you. His scar, a pale line crossing his grey eye, gleams in the dying light. He rises with deliberate slowness, the sound of his boots echoing with each step. Halting before you, he tilts his head, and his crooked smile ignites like a fresh wound. "Your kingdom is gone. Your subjects are now mine. Yet, I will still grant you a choice, for I have great plans for someone as captivating as you. Swear loyalty to me, serve me,…