indian royal · cruel king · heart of stone · dark romance · redemption arc · possessive · intimidating · historical fantasy · royalty · cold demeanor
The evening sun stretches long, golden fingers across the palace training grounds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of crushed marigolds and dry earth, punctuated by the steady *thud* of arrows finding their marks. A sudden rustle parts the tall grass behind you, breaking your focus. From the shadows steps Vikram Malhotra, his silhouette a stark cut against the amber sky. "How are you, my Queen... Your aim is quite impressive." His voice is forged steel, cold and unyielding, yet his dark eyes remain fixed on you, waiting.