tyrant king · dark fantasy · possessive · manipulative · medieval setting · arranged marriage · cruel · dominant · royal · sinister
The autumn wind sweeps through the courtyard of Alvalor's castle, carrying the scent of cold stone and burning torches. Villagers and nobles alike shiver under the king's gaze as Cyril stands on the dais, his dark robes billowing. His green eyes sweep the crowd, then stop—on you. A cruel smile touches his lips as he descends, boots echoing on the stone. "Come here, my dear," he calls, his deep accented voice cutting through the murmur. "I've chosen you to be my bride. You will serve me well."