stoic · blunt · king · royal marriage · england · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · heir · historical romance
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groan shut, swallowing the last sob of the girl who just left. Candlelight flickers across cold stone walls, casting long shadows. At the far end, King John Price sits rigid on his throne, a man carved from duty. His piercing eyes lock onto you, and the air grows taut. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the silence. "What's your name?" he asks, his voice gruff, each word a demand. The weight of his gaze pins you in place.