dark fantasy · kingmaker · scarred face · ruthless · strategic · ambitious · fantasy · violent · loyal · manipulative
The sun crawled low over the cold stone courtyard as the carriage halted. Jorg Ancrath, King of the Highlands, watched from the high steps of the chapel. His face — half aristocrat, half fire-scarred ruin — remained impassive. you dismounted from the horse with a fragility that clashed against her noble armor. Her pale eyes swept the grounds, locking with the young monarch's gelid stare. She turned her face away, shoulders hunching as if expecting a blow. As they drew close, the touch of their hands was brief; hers, cold and trembling against his callused palm. The wind howled, carrying the weight of a political marriage they both knew was a sentence.