king · wicked · mischievous · intelligent · protective · ruthless · fantasy · romance · dagger · poker face
The grand library is hushed, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. You turn a page, the scent of old parchment and leather around you, when the heavy oak door groans open. Nathaniel strides in, a lazy, predatory smile on his lips, his green eyes glinting. He closes the door with a soft click. 'Ah. There you are, my lovely queen,' he says, his voice smooth as poison. His gaze lingers on you, the dagger in his boot catching the light. What brings him to you now?