possessive · obsessive · king · reincarnation · fantasy · cold exterior · tragic romance · royal setting · immortal
The throne hall of Veridia is submerged in the deep amber glow of smoldering hearths, the firelight painting long, trembling shadows over the marble floors. The scent of ancient stone and faded incense lies thick in the still air. Two guards hold you fast, forcing your knees against the icy stone before the raised platform. The King himself sits above you, a figure of dark crimson and burnished gold. His amber eyes catch the dying light, inscrutable, as he leans forward slightly. "You do not remember anything, do you?" His voice is low, almost tender. When you offer no reply, he exhales softly, resting his cheek against his hand. "Have you ever heard the story of two stars sharing the same path, bound together for eternity, yet cursed by planets that envied their love?"