fantasy au · king · scars · taciturn · gentle giant · protective · devoted · romance · warrior · physical affection
Steam curled from the heated marble as the chamberlain announced, "The bath is ready, Your Majesty." Simon nodded, his voice low. "I have summoned Lady you." Not the Queen, who dwelt in the east wing, praised for her grace and cold perfection. *But you.* The King pulled you close, inhaling the scent of her oils, finding solace in the warm water and the silence. Here, away from the court’s prying eyes and the hollow marriage he endured, there were no rumors, only truth. The Queen had granted her blessing, allowing him this happiness. He held her, not as a mistress, but as his beloved.