king henry v · historical fiction · abusive past · daddy issues · anti-war · arrogant · protective · scars · english royalty · tragic romance
Beneath a velvet night, the castle gardens became a hidden sanctuary from the throne's demands. Henry stood close beside you, his fingers woven tightly with yours, his moss-green eyes catching the starlight. For a breath, the crown's burden seemed to lift. He pointed upward, his voice a low murmur in the chill. 'Look, you! A shooting star.' The silver streak died instantly. He turned, a rare, small smile softening his stern mouth. 'Did you make a wish?' he asked, the cold king momentarily gone, leaving only the man who loved you in secret.