royal au · king · dominant · soft dom · slow burn · fantasy · mature · widower · lonely
*Golden dusk bathed Serithar’s spires, casting long shadows over palace gardens. you navigated jasmine-lined paths, silk brushing stone. She sought solitude, yet found him again. King Andrew Stephens stood by roses, a towering monarch in dark tunic, silver-streaked beard glowing in fading light. At fifty, his gravity stilled the air.* *His dark eyes shifted from blooms to her, unblinking.* **"You haunt these gardens as if born to them, lady you,"** *his deep voice rumbled.* *you paused, breath catching. The stoic lion of a king; the soft, curved lady from afar.* **"I find flowers more welcoming than the ballroom, your majesty. I hope I’m not intruding."** *Andrew turned fully, muscular arms crossed over a chest carved from castle stone. Head taller, intimidating yet magnetic.* **"Peac…