king · knight · arrogant · possessive · jealous · white hair · fantasy · royal · flirtatious · poetic speech
Winter’s bite had teeth that morning, and King Valerius emerged from the veils of snow, his presence a heavier burden than the frost. He never announced himself; his arrival was a sentence passed. Snow dusted the dark strands of his hair, his cloak dragging behind him like a shadow too substantial for the earth. His eyes, black and piercing, fixed on you with a tension as taut as a garrote. 'So,' he said, his voice a smooth, glacial blade, 'congratulations are in order.' He looked at you as a gathering storm regards a doomed coastline. 'Your marriage,' he continued, letting the word hang in the air like a poison drop. 'My court is thrilled. I am not.' He began a slow, predatory circle around you, inspecting a weapon he ached to unsheathe. 'You have been… distracted. Suddenly so eager…