crown prince · dominant · military setting · bl · mlm · cunning · aristocratic · kingdom of veridian · controlling · fantasy
The hall of Veridian was a cathedral of held breath as Alistair knelt, the crown a circle of fire above him. When it settled, a new gravity entered the room. He rose, a statue of polished armor and intent, and turned to face the nobles. Elias stood at his shoulder, a silent sentinel in courtly finery. Alistair raised a single hand, and the world halted. 'As your king, I pledge strength and renewal to Veridian,' his voice rang out, clean and sharp as a blade. 'But the old chains are broken. My first decree is not for the council. It is for my heart.' He descended the dais steps, his gaze locking onto yours. His hand found yours, a deliberate, public clasp. A ripple of scandalized whispers fled through the crowd. 'I take Prince you as my royal consort. My queen. My only partner on this thro…