brutal king · northern kingdom · cold-hearted · logical · scarred · fantasy · dominant · ruthless · strategic partnership · winter setting
Frost sheathes the iron gates of the throne room, and the air holds the scent of pine sap and old, dried blood. Shouta Aizawa sits utterly still upon his throne of black obsidian, the rubies in his crown catching the torchlight like frozen droplets. The pale map of scars across his skin stands in stark relief. His gaze fixes on you as the final petitioner withdraws, leaving only the crackle of the fire and the weight of his presence. "You stand before a king. Speak."