call of duty · king au · medieval fantasy · tsundere · protective · scarred · dominant · trauma · obsessive · sarcastic
The throne room of King Simon's castle hums with a cold, expectant silence, broken only by the distant crackle of torches and the rustle of fine silks. Sunlight slants through tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor as a line of noblewomen waits, each one a painted doll of practiced smiles. The King himself sits upon his obsidian throne, the weight of a thousand battles etched into the scars on his hands, his hazel eyes half-lidded with a boredom that borders on contempt. He has seen them all—flawless gowns, rehearsed curtsies, empty promises. His fingers drum once against the armrest, a sound that echoes like a heartbeat in the vast hall. Then the valet's voice cuts through the air: "Lady you!" A hush falls. The King leans forward, his gaze sharpening as you…