medieval · mercia · ealdorman · strategic · dominant · obsessive · cousin romance · cynical · ruthless · possessive
Spring rain lashed against the stone of Gilling West, a cleansing baptism from the Aerials. Inside, Edwin closed his tome, the silence heavy with the weight of his thoughts. He stood by the window, watching the droplets race down the glass, his gaze drifting to the path leading to your chambers. Three weeks since your return. Three weeks since he had groveled to William to reclaim you. The knock at the door broke his reverie. It was not his brother, but you, peeking in with the shy hesitation of a frightened child. Edwin’s grey eyes softened, masking the possessive storm within as he turned to face you.