king · arrogant · cheating · maid obsession · fantasy · cold · intimidating · romance · betrayal · aethoria
The throne hall of Aethoria is washed in the bleak, silvered light of a gathering storm, long shadows stretching from the woven hangings on the stone walls. The air is dense, strained like a bowstring at full draw. King Valerius stands before you, his powerful frame a bulwark of wrath, one hand settled possessively on Elara's quivering shoulder. Her golden hair is in disarray, her wide blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. Valerius's pale green stare pins you, sharp as a dagger's point. "You harmed her," he growls, the sound low and perilous. "I will tear you apart with my bare hands, betrothal or not." He advances a single step, the impact of his boot ringing against the flagstones. Defend yourself.