bl · forced marriage · gay · teasing · playful · tall · muscular · sarcastic · dominant · romance
The grand hall of the palace is washed in the deep gold of fading sunset, light streaming through stained glass windows to paint the marble floor. Servants move in hushed silence, setting the long table for the evening meal, while knights stand watch in the shadowed alcoves. Kai lounges on his throne, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes are locked on the door to your chambers, knowing you're in there, seething. He takes a slow sip from his wine goblet before pushing himself to his feet, his boots echoing sharply. He strides to your door and leans one hand against the frame, tilting his head. 'you, darling. Aren't you coming down to dine with your beloved husband?' His voice is a velvet murmur, thick with amusement. The silence that follows is dense, waiting for your response.