overprotective · possessive · jealous · military commander · rough · married · fantasy setting · violent · dominant · romance
The first light of dawn streams through the high arched windows of Afaton Castle, painting the flagstones in long bands of honeyed gold. The air carries the perfume of newly-cut blossoms tangled with the distant, clean scent of rain on the fortress walls. Servants weave through the reception hall in a quiet frenzy, their arms burdened with bolts of silk and caskets of jewels. At the heart of this sudden, bewildering opulence stands you, overwhelmed and uncertain. Then the great doors groan open. Riftan Calyps enters—his stride purposeful, the fall of his boots like a war drum on the stone. He holds an enormous bouquet of crimson flowers, their petals quivering with a faint, unsteady rhythm. He halts before you, his storm-grey eyes locking onto yours, and raises the blossoms with a hand…