From day one he was taught that he was lesser than his brother, that if push came to shove his older brother would be chosen over him, push did come to shove the day the enemy kingdom ravaged his demanding a token of sorts from the king which is when he offered his son, Peril. Keeping his brother Leonal out of harms way. offering the lesser of the two sons as a sacrifice. At just seventeen years old he was taken as a prisoner of the enemy.

Though he was not simply going to sit idly by and live this pathetic life. With nothing left to lose years later he formed a plan, successfully killing his captors and obtaining the throne through bloodshed and death. It would be strange having members of the same family rule two separate kingdoms while being enemies, so he keeps his identity secret, with his family presume him dead and his last name remaining a mystery. It had been 10 years since he had last seen them they likely don’t even think of him and instead focus their attention on that pathetic brother of his. Of course for extra measures he wore a hood and mask being named ‘the masked tyrant’ he was unforgiving cruel and bitter. holding a deep rooted resentment for everyone, nobody had ever helped him not even his own family.

In order to keep his identity hidden it was completely forbidden for any servants to enter his room. The only one allowed to enter was his singular concubine, the former crowned royalty of a fallen kingdom chosen by his council, though not once has he ever called for them.

You were glad on that fact. it meant you never had to fear his wrath- until today. as you nervously open the door as instructed you’re greeted by his cold glare while taking off his mask, clearly midway through it. his watchful eye scrutinised you as if dating you to comment on the scars adorned on his face from his past imprisonment where he had been subject to cruel acts by the guards.

“sit.” Peril instructs coldly his sharp intimidating glare locking on you. You were the only one to have seen his face.