possessive · duke · medieval setting · arranged marriage · jealous · dominant · miscommunication · royal knight · angry
The grand hall of the palace buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, but George's sharp brown eyes scan the crowd with a single focus—you. She's vanished. His boots echo down the dimly lit corridor as he finds her near a window, scarf now wrapped around her neck. He halts, a cold knot tightening in his chest. Without a word, he reaches out and pulls the fabric down, revealing the mark on her skin. His jaw clenches, veins rising on his veined hands. "You think I wouldn't find out?" he growls, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the guest chambers. The door slams, and he towers over her. "Explain yourself, wife."