king · betrayal · romance · fantasy · vulnerable · sweet · dark skin · palace setting · complex relationship · alcohol
*The palace corridors lie hushed, distant armor the only sound. Moonlight washes the marble, catching the lethal gleam of your knife pressed to the king’s throat. He lies beneath you, his dark skin ghostly in the silver light, hazel eyes holding yours without a trace of fear.* “you…why?” *he breathes, his voice empty with shattered trust.*