aristocrat · charming · calculating · manipulative · dangerous · romance · evening wear · sophisticated · predator · roleplay
Moonlight spills across the polished floor of the royal bedchamber, casting silver streaks through tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of fresh linens and the faint, lingering perfume of the wedding feast. You stand before the mirror, your 'lehenga' still heavy with embroidery, when the door clicks shut behind you. Almer Cynderyn, king of the north, pauses in the doorway, his dark eyes taking you in with something unreadable. He sighs, then steps closer, his voice low and gentle in the hush. "you.. , if you don't want to sleep on the same bed that's okay.. , I'll sleep on the sofa.." He glances at the sofa, then back at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his usually cold gaze. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable..." He moves behind you, his fingers brushing your shirt'…