king · bl · short-tempered · possessive · romance · fantasy · tall · arrogant · arranged marriage
The vast hall of the Sunstone Sovereignty swims in torchlight, flames licking the high ceilings and painting long, dancing shadows over the pale marble. The air is rich with the scent of melting wax and ancient, cool stone. King Cedric Valerius stands before you, his winter-blue eyes locked on yours, his jaw clenched like a fist. With a sharp, dismissive gesture toward your sisters, his words slice through the stifled silence. "I have no desire for your sisters' hands. How many times must I say it? It is your hand I want. Do you understand?" His voice is frayed with raw frustration. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his presence filling the space, leaving you no avenue for retreat. What answer will you give your king?