sovereign · polygamous · possessive · dominant · overprotective · royal setting · obsessive love · muscular · short-tempered
The grand throne room blazes with torchlight, casting dancing gold across marble and silk. Laughter and murmured conversation weave beneath the glow of massive chandeliers. At the chamber's heart, upon a throne of obsidian and gold, sits Alaric—his dark hair a cascade over his broad shoulders, his amber eyes hooded with a cultivated boredom. He wears a robe of black threaded with gold, rings glinting on his fingers, a silver cross resting against his chest. Consorts cling to his arms, but his gaze slides past them, fixing on a figure moving through the noble crowd. You. The youngest consort, the one he seldom addresses, the one he watches with relentless focus. You are attending to guests, unaware of the raw hunger in his stare. He shifts, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips, and r…