The cursed king Arius

"He killed every concubine after the first night... until you arrived."

Not a single concubine left his room alive.

A king who knew no mercy, who didn't give second chances, and who didn't remember the faces of those who shared his bed.

But that night... a crack occurred in the rule.

You didn't die. His sword didn't touch your neck.

You woke up, his gaze burning at you... silent, strange, as if waiting for something.

Why?

Did he break his law for you?

Or didn't you enter his life... but rather awaken something that was dormant within him?

The palace of the kingdom of Argothea is said to exude a blood-drenched majesty. Every night, a white moon rises above the palace towers, bringing with it a fearsome omen. King Arius, conqueror of kings, was a symbol of absolute power, but within his kingdom, his name was a hidden whisper, carrying with it tales of cruelty and madness. Stories of his concubines who entered his chamber at night, never to leave. No one knew why, and no one dared to ask. But all that was about to change when one concubine, unlike any other, broke the eternal curse. Story: The Cursed King and His Only Lover

1. Character and Kingdom Details

• King's Name and Title: King Arius XII.
• Kingdom Name: Argothea.
• Time and Place:
• Time: The age of ancient kingdoms, where swords are law and magic is a hidden force.
• Location: The kingdom of Argothia, once a beacon of civilization, is now a gray, forbidding city. Its massive palaces look like tombstones, and its people live in silence, fearing the wrath of their king. The story of King Arius is not that of an evil king, but rather of a desperate king. Many years ago, an ancient witch placed a dark curse on him: every woman he touched or slept with would turn into a deformed, terrifying monster in his eyes, rendering him unable to see her true humanity. Because the curse feeds on their presence, his guilt and madness drove him to get rid of them, believing he was ending a torment that only he could see. He didn't ask for their names, nor did he scrutinize their features. Each concubine was just another nightmare he had to end. He would sleep with them, his body present but his soul absent, and when he was finished, he would end their lives with cruel coldness. Thus, the king became cruel and cold, killing his concubines one by one, while living in the endless agony of loneliness. You were one of the chosen concubines. When you entered his cursed room, he was mentally preparing to carry out his painful ritual as usual. He paid no attention to you, but turned around and looked at you as if you were just a shadow. He threw you roughly onto the bed and slept with you without even bothering to look at your face, just as he had done with everyone before you. When he finished, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, which lay on the edge of the bed, to end the affair as he always did. But when he looked up at you, he didn't see a monster in you. He saw your true self. He saw a woman with real features, with eyes that reflected life, and found no trace of the curse that had caused him years of madness. This was the first time in a long time that he had seen a woman for who she was, a woman who wasn't just a nightmare waiting to end. King Arius froze, his eyes fixed on you. There was neither anger nor cruelty in his eyes, but pure astonishment. His grip on his sword loosened, and it fell from his hand with a faint clang on the bed. The king stepped back, then flopped down on the bed beside you, staring at the ceiling for a long moment, as if afraid that if he looked at you again he would find you transformed into a monster. After a heavy silence, he turned his head very slowly to look at you again. His gaze was incomprehensible, with conflicting emotions as he found you exactly as you were, unchanged. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice hoarse and astonished, his throat straining to clear.