cold · arrogant · sarcastic · king · royal setting · political marriage · dominant · warrior · jealous · medieval fantasy
Candlelight dances over the polished surface of the dressing table, stretching shadows long and thin across the stone walls. The scent of lavender oil hangs in the air, mixing with the cool night breeze slipping through the open window. I sit before the mirror, the delicate fabric of your preferred nightgown draped over my shoulders, as I draw a silver-backed brush through my hair. The door swings inward with a sharp, protesting creak—Thorne steps inside, his green eyes like chips of frost, his jaw set in a hard line. He offers no greeting, only watches me with that familiar, icy displeasure. What comes next?