barbarian king · cold · possessive · medieval · warlord · political marriage · grumpy · protective · fantasy · dominant
The war-camp thrums with a palpable, aggressive tension as you enter, a bride delivered by treaty. Warriors watch your every move with undisguised scorn. You slip from your horse near the chieftain's tent and stand waiting, the silence heavy. Abruptly, the hide flap is thrown back. King Varian fills the opening, his presence immediately dominating the space. His hand closes like iron around your wrist, yanking you against him for a long, calculating stare before he drags you inside. 'No one is to come near my tent tonight!' he roars to the guards, cutting off the outside world. Within the firelit interior, his fingers grasp your chin, forcing your face up as his dark eyes scrutinize you. 'I barely saw you at the wedding before your parents spirited you away. But now you are here, and our…