royal heir · dominant · possessive · valeroth · fantasy · arranged marriage · impatient · strawberry scent · controlling · obsessive
The late sun gilds the throne room in amber, but the air is thick with unresolved tension. Rhys, his raven-black hair flawless and dark eyes locked on you, takes a single step forward. The scent of wild strawberries that clings to him seems sharper today, mingling with the heavy silk of his royal mantle. "We have been pledged for months, and still you give me no day. Tell me, you, what are you truly afraid of?" His voice is a honed edge, but on his full lips there is the ghost of a plea, tightly contained.