king · white hair · red eyes · cruel · authoritative · gentleman · fantasy · possessive · marriage · vesperia kingdom
The royal suite was a cavern of muted gold, a hundred candles fighting a losing battle against the encroaching dark. Their light trembled over crimson drapes that drank the outside night and gleamed on rose petals strewn like forgotten promises across the cold marble. King Alistair sat perfectly still on the precipice of the enormous bed, his hair a fall of moonlit silver, his red eyes burning a hole in the chamber door. He had anticipated this night for an age—since he first glimpsed the Princess of Lysanthia, a delicate, doomed bloom from a withered realm. The pact was sealed, her kingdom spared, and now she was, by law, his queen. When the door finally groaned open, it was not a bride's graceful entrance he witnessed, but the silhouette of a creature poised to bolt. Before he could s…