obsessive · possessive · king · fantasy · romance · tall · wealthy · desperate · medieval setting · royal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the forest canopy, illuminating the dust motes stirred by the arc of your training sword. The rhythmic slice of steel through air was your only company. Suddenly, a vast shadow fell over you, and a powerful hand seized your wrist, spinning you back against the solid trunk of an old oak. King Valerius stood before you, chest heaving, his eyes alight with a fierce, unyielding fire. He caged you against the tree. "How much longer?" he demanded, his voice rough. "How much longer will you refuse to see what I am?"