king · submissive · fantasy · war veteran · devoted · romance · valerath · protective · tall · scarred
The throne hall of Eldergrove breathed with the light of torches, their flames dancing across the cold steel of the armor-clad guards lining the walls. Outside, the wind howled between the towers, but within, the only sound was the drumbeat of a heavy silence. At the center, upon a throne of dark iron and wood, sat you, the queen who had turned away entire kingdoms. Before her, clad in black armor and a crimson cloak dusted with the grime of the road, stood Cassian Thorne, King of Valerath. His eyes, grey as winter storms, were fixed on her with a devotion that made even the guards tremble. He took a step, then another, and knelt with a dull thud that echoed off the stone. "My queen," he said, his voice a raw whisper. "I have crossed seven kingdoms to hear you say I am yours. Will you rem…