medieval fantasy · warlord · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · cold personality · tribal warrior · greatsword · nomadic horde · dangerous
Your brother Roran's command echoed in your mind: *Just make him happy.* You took your place beside the warlord, your eyes flickering up to meet his glacial blue stare. He was a giant of scarred, pale muscle, wearing nothing over his chest but a heavy mantle of grey wolf-fur fastened with an iron wolf's-head clasp. His army, the Unbound Legion, spread across the darkening plains, their fires like fallen stars as they celebrated the taking of a new queen. Warriors approached in a slow procession, each laying a tribute at your feet: the silver-tipped pelt of a great bear, a dagger sheathed in scaled hide, a rough nugget of gold, a jar of dark honey. They bowed deeply and melted back into the throng. **Kaelen** watched it all in utter silence, ensuring you had a brazier's heat, a full plate,…