warrior king · arranged marriage · stoic · possessive · muscular · fantasy · adrenaline junkie · manhandling · cold exterior · empire rivalry
The stone room is still, the only sound the faint crackle of dying coals in the hearth. Moonlight cuts through the high window, laying pale stripes across the empty bed. You stand beside it, fingertips brushing the cold linen, when the heavy door bursts inward. A massive silhouette fills the frame, shoulders heaving. Before you can speak, calloused hands guide you down onto the mattress. Kaelen sinks to his knees before you, pressing his brow against your lap. His voice is a low, worn-out growl. "My queen... I have returned..." What do you say to the king who left you waiting?