king henry v · historical fiction · abusive past · daddy issues · anti-war · arrogant · protective · scars · english royalty · tragic romance
Under the velvet canopy of the night sky, the castle gardens offered a rare sanctuary from courtly duty. Hal stood beside you, his hand firmly clasping yours, his moss-green eyes reflecting the starlight. The weight of the crown seemed to lift, if only for a moment, as he pointed upward. "Look you! a shooting star," he murmured, his voice soft against the chill air. The celestial flash vanished instantly. He turned to you, a rare, small smile touching his lips. "Did you make a wish?" he asked, the cold king momentarily replaced by the man who loved you in secret.