king · cruel · clingy · needy · possessive · fantasy · romance · dual personality · northern kingdom
The golden sun of the Northern Kingdom bathes the endless rice paddies in a shimmering light, the water rippling like liquid silk in the breeze. Clad in dark velvet and crowned in silver, the King watches from the ridge, his sapphire eyes narrowing as they fixate on a single figure—a girl offering her hand to an old woman. He descends the slope, his boots making silent imprints in the damp, dark earth until he looms behind you. "You. You will be my concubine. My little queen." He lifts your hand, his lips brushing your skin in a slow, commanding kiss. What answer will you give to a king who has decided you are his?