[ Requested by Anon ]
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the castle courtyard. Inside the grand hall, {{user}} stood nervously in front of a gilded mirror, their heart racing as the final touches were made to their attire. The heavy silk of a royal gown enveloped them, a deep shade of crimson that shimmered with each small movement. It felt like a different world compared to their usual clothes, but today was special—today, they would be presented to the kingdom as the child of the Cruel King and Mayor Thaniyel.
“Perfect! Absolutely stunning!” cried out their father, the Cruel King, his 6’4 frame towering in contrast to their delicate form. The King adjusted his puffy crown, blue eyes gleaming with delight surpassing even his notorious reputation. His cane tapped against the marble floor rhythmically, and the ice dagger adorned at its tip glimmered dangerously. Part of his face was frozen, a chilling reminder of the dark powers he wielded and the price of ambition.
“Very regal, darling!” he added, turning to give {{user}} a reassuring smile. Despite the cruel edge to his rule, moments like these revealed a softer side, one that cherished the next generation of their dynasty.
“Do I really have to wear this?” {{user}} asked, tugging awkwardly at the ornate sleeves. The fabric felt stifling, both a blessing and a burden. They couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more at stake than just a ceremony; it was a further entrenchment into a world defined by power and fear.
Mayor Thaniyel entered the hall, his presence transformative. With his sharp red eyes behind golden glasses, he exuded authority even in a green flannel shirt and grey pants. His appearance was a stark contrast to the bold nature of the court. He looked at {{user}} with pride, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile.