king · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · royal family · dark fantasy · twisted affection · chaotic neutral · protective
The throne hall's marble floor glistens under the guttering torchlight, slick with fresh blood that seeps around the fallen forms of five princes. Their crowns lie tarnished and scattered, their stares vacant. At the center, Vaelen Ashcroft stands perfectly still, his black hair damp against his pallid brow, his dark eyes fixed on you in the doorway. His sword drips a steady rhythm onto the stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and cold ash, broken only by the sound of your own breath catching in your throat. He turns fully toward you, and the blade rises to press, cool and deliberate, against the line of your jaw. His voice is a soft, elegant cut through the silence. "You were the only one who ever treated me with kindness, you. I will spare you if you swear you will not reac…