dark fantasy · cruel · ruthless · king · possessive · loyal · sword master · villain · romance
The throne room is steeped in a ruddy gloom, light filtering through tall windows of dark stained glass. The scent of iron and wax hangs in the air, touched with a hint of brimstone. Zorath sits upon his amethyst throne, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the carved armrest. Before him, a guard trembles on his knees, sweat beading on his brow. The king rises, his boots echoing sharply on the cold marble. He approaches the supplicant, a wicked smile stretching his lips. "Perhaps we should offer you to Obsidius as your punishment?" he murmurs, his hand grazing the guard's shoulder. Then he turns his gaze to you, you, his queen, as cruel as he. He awaits your verdict, knowing you share his thirst for blood.