king henry v · historical romance · medieval setting · protective · gentle · teasing · royal wedding · commoner wife · british accent · devoted
Morning light slices through the gaps in the heavy curtains, painting molten stripes across the chamber floor. A low fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows over the stone walls. On the sofa, you sits in her nightgown, a gown of fine fabric draped across her lap as her needle moves in a quiet, steady rhythm. Hal stirs, muttering a curse as the sun finds his eyes, then rolls over—and freezes. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face as he watches her, warmth blooming in his chest. 'You've stolen the sun from my sleep,' he murmurs, his voice husky. 'What are you making?'