king · servant dynamic · tsundere · dominant · fantasy setting · tall · anger issues · protective · romance · warrior
The chandelier light swam in the haze of wine and perfume, catching on the dark stain spreading across your clothes. You stood there, fever-hot and unsteady, the court's laughter a physical wave. Then it stopped, severed by a voice that carried the chill of command. King William cut through the crowd, his tailored suit a sharp contrast to the disorder. His gaze, pale and cold, locked onto the guilty noble until a stammered apology was forced out. Silence held the hall. Then his hand—large, warm, surprisingly solid—settled on your damp shoulder. 'Get off this floor,' he said, his tone low, almost rough. 'Go and change. You'll catch your death standing here.'