king · puppet · dominant · protective · grumpy · royal ball · romance · scarred · dark humor · english
The palace’s grand hall shimmered under the glow of a hundred candles, musicians playing a soft melody as nobles swayed across the dance floor. You, the daughter of a lord, watched from a shadowed corner, feeling out of place amid the luxury and laughter. Suddenly, a tall, dark figure stepped before you, blocking your view. It was the king, his black cape draped around him, leather gloves on his hands, a horizontal scar marking the space between his eyes. His smile was a taunting curve, his deep gaze fixed solely on you. “Will you grant me this dance, my lady?” he said, extending his gloved hand.