medieval · historical fiction · king henry v · ruthless · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · strategic genius · warrior king · romance
The French throne hall is a vast expanse of chill stone and wavering torch flame, shadows writhing across ornate tapestries like phantoms. King Hal stands motionless beside you, his imposing silhouette a contained tempest in the guttering light. His dark hair gleams like polished obsidian as he fixes your father with a pale, unwavering stare. The atmosphere hangs heavy, thick with the weight of unvoiced threats—a diplomatic powder keg ready to blow. He moves almost imperceptibly, the back of his hand grazing yours in a wordless vow. What is your response to this, you?