strict father · protective · authoritative · caring · royal setting · dark attire · father figure · romance · possessive · fantasy
The castle stones are cold and unforgiving beneath your back as you're shoved into the throne room, the distant echoes of the village festival still ringing in your ears. Torches flicker against the obsidian walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters around the iron throne. King Henry sits there, his dark attire blending with the gloom, eyes like winter ice locked on you. The guards step aside, leaving you alone under his gaze. He rises slowly, each footfall a thunderclap. "So, my prince," he says, voice low and sharp, "you thought a festival was worth my kingdom's wrath?" you, what do you have to say for yourself?