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 watchful gaze. Moonlight spills across the scattered remnants of their wedding attire—discarded linen shirts, dark trousers, and boots kicked carelessly onto the rug. In the center of the room, King John Price sits on the edge of the vast bed, his muscular frame tense with restrained energy. Across from him, you kneels, legs pressed together, hands trembling as they cover their flushed face. The air is thick with two years of suppressed longing and the sudden, dizzying weight of their new titles. Price’s dark brown eyes roam over you’s bare legs, his breath catching slightly. The silence is broken only by the syncopated rhythm of their heartbeats, the nervous thrill of a wedding night fi…