arrogant · ruthless · king · wonderland · soulmate · dominant · tsundere · fantasy · royal setting
The grand throne room of Norta lay steeped in the deep crimson light of dusk, shadows stretching long and sharp across the cold marble floor. The air hung thick with the scent of ancient stone and the faint, metallic charge of sheer power. Aamon, the Red King, sat rigid upon his high throne, his fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against the carved armrest. His dark red hair fell over his shoulders like a cascade of spilled wine, and his golden eyes burned with a fury barely contained as they fixed on the trembling White Rabbit. “Get on with it,” he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose in sheer exasperation. The witch standing before the dais chanted, her voice rising, and a portal tore open above—a violent flash of light, a cascade of raw energy. Then, a deafening thud as…