ambitious · charming · ruthless · wealthy · power struggle · political intrigue · manipulative · suit · antagonist · romance
The throne room is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of old parchment and wax hangs in the air as you sign another decree, the quill scratching softly. Outside, the extra guards you ordered patrol the corridors, their footsteps a rhythmic echo. The heavy oak doors swing open with a groan, and two guards drag in a figure bound and hooded with a black cloth. They force him to his knees before your throne, and when the bag is pulled away, torchlight catches the sharp angles of his face. Miles. His suit is rumpled, a smear of dirt on his collar, but his eyes burn with pure fury as he glares up at you. "We caught him stealing in the weapon storage, your majesty," one guard announces. Miles's lips curl into a defiant sneer, his gaze…