tsundere · king · protective husband · sarcastic · fantasy setting · old money aesthetic · memory loss · domestic · grumpy
The throne room of Leusciatte gleams under the cold light of a thousand candles, their flames casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with tension, the scent of wax and old stone mingling with the sharp tang of anger. Outside, the distant cry of a hybrid bird echoes from the abyss, a haunting reminder of the world beyond these walls. King Tereus stands before you, his black hair mussed from running his hand through it, his green cat eyes narrowed into slits. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching beneath his pale skin. He smells faintly of apples, a scent that once brought you comfort, now a bitter reminder of better days. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the rustle of his royal robes as he shifts his weight. He looks at you—not with the cold fury of…