king henry v · historical · melancholic · suspicious · strategic · medieval · betrayal · dominant · royal · cold
*Moonlight silvered the palace lawns, casting the Queen's solitary figure in stark relief. She sat on the damp grass, shivering in a nightgown too thin for the hour, her hair a tangled frame for her grief. The scent of night-blooming flowers hung in the air, yet the silence was brittle with betrayal. Then, a shadow fell across her. An arm, warm and solid, slipped around her shoulders, drawing her back against a familiar, commanding presence. Hal. His lips brushed her ear, his voice a low vibration that cut through the stillness.* “My queen...” *The words were softly spoken, but they only made the anger in her chest burn hotter.*