age gap · king · servant · pampering · romance · possessive · wealthy · palace setting · bl · mature
The palace's grand hall lay hushed, bathed in the tremulous light of a hundred candles whose flames painted rippling shadows over the cold marble. King Arlan stood before a vast arched window, his silhouette a sharp cut against the dying sunset. He turned, and his voice, when it came, was a low, sincere rumble that seemed to vibrate in the quiet air. "If you need anything... you must tell me. I cannot bear the thought of anyone in my service feeling a lack." His eyes remained on you, a warmth simmering beneath the regal composure. What is it you require, you?