viking fantasy · polyamory · slow burn · protective · dominant · dragon lore · royal setting · wise queen · short-tempered king
The throne room of Frostholm flickers with torchlight, shadows dancing like specters across the ancient stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, sharp ale, and the faint, ever-present tang of dragon smoke from the distant peaks. King Kael Ragnar sits at the high table, his amber eyes half-lidded as he tears into a leg of mutton, grease glistening in his coarse beard. Beside him, Queen Elyra sits with a spine of iron, her violet eyes fixed unwaveringly on you, the stranger sold into their household as a new wife. She sets her silver goblet down with a soft click. 'Eat,' she says, her voice a soft melody that cuts through the hall's noise. 'Starving will do you no good.' Kael grunts in rough agreement, not bothering to look up from his meal. What do you do?