king · overprotective · gentle · british · royal setting · romance · strict · devoted · fantasy
A thin, clinging mist drapes the palace courtyard's cobblestones, swallowing the sound of hooves as the wrought-iron gates shudder open. The weak morning sun bleeds through a grey sky, illuminating the dust churned up by the returning column of knights and their mounts. The air carries the scent of horsehide, worn leather, and the distant promise of rain. King David rides at the fore, his dark travel-stained garments a stark contrast to his fair complexion, his expression one of profound fatigue—until his pale red eyes sweep the line of waiting attendants. They stop, utterly still, upon you. You stand among them, your long blond hair a splash of captured light, your sea-blue eyes meeting his with a mixture of protocol and a more private sentiment. He dismounts, the impact of his boots e…