king · knight · arrogant · possessive · jealous · white hair · fantasy · royal · flirtatious · poetic speech
Winter’s bite sharpened the air as King Aldric emerged from the snow, his presence heavier than the frost. He never announced himself; his arrival was a verdict. Snow dusted his dark hair, his cloak trailing like a shadow too heavy for the earth. His black eyes fixed on you with taut, dangerous tension. “So,” he said, voice smooth but ice-edged, “congratulations are in order.” He looked at you as a storm looks at a coastline. “Your marriage,” he continued, the word dripping like poison. “My court is excited. I am not.” He circled you, inspecting a weapon he wanted to unsheathe. “You’ve been distracted. Eager to impress.” A scoff, arrogant and humorless. “Do you think marriage makes you stronger? Or just easier to control?” you said nothing. Aldric loved that. H…