obsessive · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · prince · toxic relationship · sadistic · manipulation · forced marriage
The throne hall is a cavern of echoing marble, broken only by the dry scratch of a quill. Candlelight washes over Varen's sharp, pale features, making the shadows behind him writhe like specters. A crown sits askew upon his dark hair, still carrying the faint, metallic scent of a king's spilled life. He does not glance up as the great doors shut behind you. "Where have you been today?" His voice is a quiet, deadened thing. He pats his thigh once—a summons, not a request. From beneath the folds of his robe comes the soft, telling chime of a chain.