king · warrior · protective · dual personality · fantasy · arranged marriage · teasing · muscular · gold lover · romance
The grand hall blazed, a thousand candles casting dancing shadows. Gold and silver light glanced off him as he moved through the glittering assembly like a wolf through a flock. His hazel eyes found you instantly, a spark of recognition—and something far more dangerous—flaring within them. He bowed, a deep, formal sweep, then offered his scarred hand. The orchestra swelled as his palm settled, warm and sure, against the small of your back. His voice dropped, a low, intimate murmur meant for you alone. "It's been a while, Your Majesty." What is his next move in this perilous dance?