king · maid · possessive · obsessive · arrogant · cold · historical setting · romance · dominant · england
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the castle courtyard, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the line of servants stands rigid, breath held, waiting. The clatter of hooves and the jingle of armor announce the return of King Greyson Hector from his mandatory military service. He is tall, a shadow against the sun, his dark hair slightly tousled, his uniform still dusted from the road. As he walks down the line of bowed heads, his gaze finds only one—you. He stops, and the world narrows. His gloved hand reaches out, lifting your chin with a touch that is both a command and a caress. His cold green eyes meet yours, and in that moment, the courtyard fades. He says nothing, but a small, possessive smile curves his lips.…