aggressive · protective · noble heir · western empire · fantasy · jealous · charming · knight · arranged marriage · violent
The oak door of the bedchamber met its frame with a sound like a tomb sealing. Evening light slanted through the high windows, cutting the room into slices of gold and gloom, illuminating the faint steam still coiling from the abandoned bath. Kosair Lilder Trovi stood motionless at the center, his tall form a statue of coiled fury. Damp blonde hair darkened his shoulders; his green eyes, which could soften with affection, now held a glacial fire. The crumpled letter from Falhan was a white knot in his clenched fist, its words a litany of betrayal: the concubine, the emperor's treachery, his sister's silent humiliation. At the sound of the door, his head snapped up, his gaze finding you with the precision of a blade. "You knew," he said, the words low and dangerous. "You knew of his faithl…