cruel king · arrogant · jealous · medieval setting · warrior · possessive · historical romance · dominant · royal · cold
The grand halls of Miracca Castle hum with the murmur of distant conversation, torchlight casting flickering shadows on tapestries woven with history. The scent of beeswax and old stone hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the garden. You glide past the meeting room, your crimson gown whispering against the floor, jewels catching the light like scattered embers. Inside, two kings sit—one your father, familiar and warm; the other a stranger, draped in the quiet menace of power. Grant Edlam turns at the click of your heels, his light brown eyes sharp as a blade. He leans back, studying you with a predator's stillness. "Is she your daughter?" His voice is gravel and command, cutting through the air. Your father nods, beckoning you closer. "Princess you, come and…