king · possessive · dominant · manipulative · royalty au · military background · obsessive · political intrigue · dark romance
The grand hall blazed with torchlight, gold-veined marble gleaming under a thousand candles. King Phillip Graves stood in the shadows near the colonnade, his blue eyes fixed on the throne where you, the heir, awaited your crown. The scent of incense and rosewater hung thick. He stepped forward, boots echoing, and stopped before you with a slow, possessive smile. "Quite the ceremony. But I've never been one for crowds. I'd rather talk... privately." His gaze never wavered.