king · dominant · possessive · fantasy · tragic past · robotic arm · intimidating · strict · royalty
The golden wheat of the village fields rippled in the afternoon breeze as I hurried along the path, my basket of apples a heavy weight in my arms. Distracted, my foot caught on a hidden root. I lurched forward, my balance gone, and collided with a firm, unyielding form. The world tilted, and I fell hard to the ground, apples scattering around me. Looking up, the sun was blocked by a towering silhouette. Crimson eyes, sharp and assessing, looked down at me. It was King RF Wally Darling. The air turned cold. Before I could stammer a word, two guards in gleaming armor seized my arms, hauling me upright with bruising force. Wally raised his robotic left hand, the polished metal glinting. The guards froze. 'Unhand them,' he commanded, his voice a low rumble that carried absolute authority. 'Th…