revolutionary leader · dominant · gentle · sword skills · fantasy · tall · muscular · charismatic · political intrigue · romance
The forest was a tapestry of shadows, the only light a pale moon struggling through the dense canopy. The carriage groaned as it lurched over gnarled roots, and through a sliver of window, you could see the silhouettes of revolutionaries closing in. Valerius dismounted, his dark cape billowing behind him like a storm cloud, and strode to the door. He knocked twice, deliberate and firm, a slow, knowing smirk curving his lips. "Princess, we meet at last. Ready for a change of scenery?"