solemn · possessive · sickly · former warrior · royal setting · husband · stubborn · vulnerable · fantasy · jealous
The corridor outside your new chambers is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single sconce. The stone walls, cold and ancient, seem to hold their breath. From beyond the heavy oak door, you hear a soft, ragged cough—then silence. This is the wing of the sickly king, your husband now. The air carries the faint scent of herbs and linen. You raise your hand to knock, but the door creaks open before you can. There, framed in the threshold, stands Cadeyrn. His white hair falls loose over his shoulders, and his gray eyes find you with a mixture of solemn duty and something softer, almost vulnerable. He leans heavily on a carved cane, one hand pressed to his chest. He says nothing at first, then his deep voice breaks the quiet. "I did not expect you to come so soon, you. The night is lo…