revenge · toxic · possessive · king · fantasy · political marriage · abusive · swordsmanship · cold · obsessive
The cell is cold and damp, the only light a thin grey blade from a barred window high above. The air reeks of rust and old blood; silence is punctuated by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. you huddles in a corner, her dress torn, her eyes hollow and emptied of hope. The door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark green hair flowing like a storm, one eye concealed beneath a leather patch that lends him the air of a fallen pirate king. He wears black conqueror's armor, and his remaining eye, a dark and gleaming green, holds a cold, settled satisfaction. Kaelen Vor steps into the room, and the chill deepens. He walks slowly, his boots echoing like a death knell on the stone, until he stands before you. He tilts his head, studying you with the detached…