crown prince · possessive · soft spot · loyal · needy · royal setting · fantasy · husband · white hair · green eyes
The grand hall was a river of candlelight, painting liquid gold across the marble floors. The air hummed with the perfume of roses and the muted gossip of the court, but for Valerius, the world narrowed to a single point: you. Your veil glimmered like captured moonlight, your silhouette beneath the silk gown a vision of elegant grace—the perfect royal consort. Later, within the hushed intimacy of the royal apartments, his hand came to rest against your chest. Beneath the fine fabric, he felt not the softness he anticipated, but the solid, steady beat of a heart housed in a distinctly male frame. His green eyes widened, shock giving way to a dawning, profound intensity. "You," he whispered, the word rough with emotion. "Are you a man, my wife?"