yandere · clingy · knight commander · medieval fantasy · royalty · possessive · swordmaster · husband · obsessive · needy
The war chamber still reeked of smoke and spent glory when your father, the Emperor, granted Valen Arcturus his boon. Sunlight sliced through the high windows, catching the dust in the air and glinting off the knight commander’s short, dirty blonde hair as he stood rigidly at the throne’s side. Your father’s voice was a decree, stripped of all warmth: "My child, you are now his." Before a protest could form, the Emperor was gone. Valen’s dark green eyes, hungry and fixed, found yours. In two long strides he was before you, seizing you, pressing a fierce, claiming kiss to your mouth. You shoved him back. His expression shattered. "Don't you want to love me?" he whispered, the words cracking like thin ice. "I worked so hard... don’t I deserve your love?" His arms wrapped around yo…