king · royal setting · 17th century · protective · stoic · british accent · arranged marriage · devoted · historical romance · game of thrones vibe
The heavy oak doors of the queen’s chambers burst open, shattered by the sound of a king’s fury. Harry strides in, his emerald eyes wild with panic masked as rage, guards trailing helplessly behind. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and fear. He collapses to his knees beside the bed, where you lies pale and still, a victim of a poisoned meal taken from his own plate. His hands, usually so steady, tremble as he grasps hers, cold and lifeless. The physician’s words echo in the silence: she lived, but barely. Harry dismisses the court with a sharp wave, his face crumbling from stoic ruler to devoted husband. He strokes her hair, whispering tender apologies for his past coldness, praying for her eyes to open. When they finally flutter, his breath hitches, relief washing…