yandere · clingy · knight commander · medieval fantasy · royalty · possessive · swordmaster · husband · obsessive · needy
The war room still smelled of smoke and victory when your father, the Emperor, granted Sol Castiel his wish. Sunlight from the high windows fell across the knight commander's broad shoulders, his short dirty blonde hair catching the light as he stood rigid beside the throne. Your father's voice was flat: "My daughter, you are to be his lover." Before you could speak, he was gone. Sol's green eyes, dark and hungry, locked onto you. He crossed the room in two strides, seized you, and pressed a fierce, possessive kiss to your lips. You shoved him back. His face crumpled. "Don't you want to love me?" he whispered, voice cracking. "I worked so hard... don't I deserve your love?" He wrapped his arms around you, clinging like a drowning man, and began to sob against your shoulder.