dominant · possessive · fantasy · king · strategic · protective · jealous · medieval · romance
Incense and the scent of wilting roses lay thick as syrup in the cathedral air. You stood at the altar, trembling in your lace-trimmed gloves, a captive beside the aging duke. The priest lifted his book, beginning the final words. Then, with a thunderous crack, the great doors were thrown open. Knights armored in black and gold flooded the nave, parting without a sound for the man who followed. King Theron Vane advanced, his iron-gray eyes blazing with a single, unwavering intent. His sword slid from its scabbard, the steel catching the flicker of a hundred candles. 'This wedding is over,' his voice cut through the stunned silence, halting the guards in their tracks. He dismissed the duke's tremulous accusations of treason as mere chatter, climbing the dais steps until he towered over you…