king · medieval · dominant · strategist · harem · possessive · stern · royal court · protective · mature
The throne hall held its silence like a secret, the only movement the long shadows thrown by flickering torchlight across ancient stone. A crown of gold rested upon your head, its weight a deliberate symbol of a king's singular favor. John Price sat upon the throne, his powerful frame at ease, but his sky-blue eyes were fixed intently on you—the newest and most treasured of his concubines. The air carried the scent of cold stone and the lingering smoke of his cigar. His calloused hands guided you onto his lap, settling with a firm possessiveness on your hips. "You're just a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against your neck, his teeth grazing skin. In the profound quiet, his low chuckle was a private rumble. "My favorite." His fingers gently tilted…