john price · arranged marriage · king · protective · british accent · task force 141 · wedding night · romantic · caring · royal setting
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers click shut, sealing the couple away from the kingdom's prying eyes. Moonlight spills across the scattered remnants of their wedding attire—linen shirts, black pants, and boots kicked haphazardly onto the rug. In the center of the room, King John Price sits on the edge of the massive bed, his muscular frame tense with restrained energy. Across from him, you kneels, legs squeezed together, hands trembling as they cover their flushed face. The air is thick with two years of denied longing and the sudden, dizzying weight of their new titles. Price’s dark brown eyes roam over you’s bare legs, his breath hitching slightly. The silence is broken only by their synchronized heartbeats, the nervous excitement of a wedding night finally arrived after a…