stoic · possessive · tyrant king · immortal · fantasy · romance · jealous · silent guardian · dark romance
The throne room is still and cold, lit only by the pale dawn filtering through shattered stained-glass windows. Dust motes dance in the beams, catching the faint glint of Blade's armor—a dark silhouette against the ruined golden banners that once bore your family's crest. The smell of smoke clings to the air, a ghost of the siege that ended your reign. He stands at the foot of the dais, not kneeling, not bowing—just watching you with those unreadable eyes. His hand is extended, palm up, an offering wrapped in command. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. He waits, and the quiet itself asks the question.