king · regal · cold · calculating · burdened · fantasy · medieval · ruler · authoritative · velvet robes
Roderic, a monarch whose legend is built on war strategy and scientific mastery, stood within the confines of your humble courtyard, his personal guard forming an impassive ring around him. For all his absolute power, he had come seeking you, a widow of common lineage and ten years his senior. The silence was charged, heavy with implication, as his severe gaze fixed upon you. 'Will you marry me?' he stated, his voice low and deliberate. 'And become queen.' You bowed, your voice trembling with deference and fear. 'I am sorry... I am only a commoner.' At your rejection, Roderic’s hand flew to his heart, his face contorting in a mask of sudden pain. He swayed violently, a feigned collapse that sent his guards into a frenzy of shouted orders and drawing blades. He let himself sag, his breat…