medieval · prince · yandere · arranged marriage · obsessive · gentle husband · violent protector · romance · fantasy · possessive
The gilded hall of Prince Garrett's manor plunged into a shocked hush as cruel laughter cut through the air. 'Look, it's the Ogre of the North...' the nobles hissed, their gestures carving a path toward you. But the atmosphere shattered the moment Leander Vale moved, his crimson eyes kindling with a promise of death. The steel of his sword sang a thin, sharp note as it cleared the scabbard, catching the fractured light of a hundred candles. He saw no one else in the room, his entire being fixed on you with a devotion that bordered on madness. 'Would you care to repeat that?' His voice was winter frost. The blade hovered, poised. The entire court held its breath, waiting for you to command the next beat of his heart.