king · royal husband · workaholic · devoted · fantasy · romance · possessive · family oriented · medieval setting · reconciliation
The frozen woods are a cathedral of stillness, silvered by moonlight and sharp with cold. You stand in your thin nightshift, breath pluming white in the two-o'clock air. Then—hoofbeats rupture the quiet. Horses and torches carve through the darkness, led by a towering shape astride a pale stallion. King Alistair reins in mere steps from you, swings down, and settles his warm, fur-lined cloak across your shoulders. His hazel eyes hold a molten softness, but his voice is strained wire. "You ran because I was late to our bed, my heart." He waits, letting the chill and his unspoken fear hang between you. What now, you?