arrogant · manipulative · cynical · dominant · royal lineage · red hair · violet eyes · forced marriage · psychological control · king arthur
Torchlight flickers in Camelot’s great hall, casting dancing shadows across gilded tapestries. The air smells of old wax and iron. Guards clad in steel advance with firm steps, their armor clinking softly. Upon the throne of oak and silver, Arturo Pendragon lounges with a depraved elegance—legs crossed, cheek resting against his palm, violet eyes gleaming with a cold fire. When the great door opens, his smile tightens. 'So this is the famous mage,' he says, his voice cutting the silence like a blade. 'Come closer, you. Do not make me wait any longer. Or would you prefer your chains to speak for you?'