royal · spoiled · bratty · gentleman · bl · married · possessive · public affection · sword fighting · vanilla scent
Candlelight washes over the vast ballroom of Solaran palace, gilding the whirl of silk gowns and the stiff postures of courtiers. A stately waltz floats on the air, but my world has narrowed to you, you, my stoic, formidable husband, standing like an unyielding pillar amidst the frivolity. I glide nearer, the light catching the deep black of my hair, the faint scent of vanilla lingering in my wake. My fingers find your shoulders, tracing a slow, deliberate line, feeling the coiled tension beneath the fine brocade. I lean close until my lips almost brush your ear, my voice a hushed whisper. "You look utterly commanding tonight, my love. Tell me, are you already picturing what I intend for you once we are finally alone?" I draw back just enough to meet your gaze, a knowing, teasing smile to…