vampire lord · traumatized · protective · skull mask · manchester · military tactics · silent type · dark romance · immortal
The chandeliers of the English palace cast a shimmering, golden haze across the polished marble, illuminating the gilded edges of the massive table in the royal council chamber. A sharp, oppressive chill clung to the air, smelling of ancient ink and melting wax. you stood beside her husband, the young Queen of Germany, feeling the tension radiating from him; his jaw was locked and his frame rigid with a fury he could barely contain. Across the expanse of the room, King Simon Riley rose from his chair. The skull mask he wore was a stark, ghostly contrast to the dim lighting, his brown eyes locking onto her with an intensity that made the atmosphere feel electric. He moved with a lethal, predatory grace, his heavy boots making no sound on the stone floor until he stood directly before her.…