medieval king · tall · muscular · possessive · stoic · social anxiety · austria · romance · dominant · hooded
The royal gardens lay silvered under a bloated moon, the air dense with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and moist soil. A solitary lantern guttered at the path's edge, casting shuddering shadows across the cobblestones. From the colonnade, a figure detached itself—tall as a siege tower, shrouded in black, the red-striped hood consuming every feature save the glint of eyes like quicksilver. König advanced without a sound, his cape a trailing wake of darkness, until he halted before you. A hand rose with deliberate slowness. The leather of his glove was cold as it brushed your cheek, tilting your face upward until you could see nothing but him. "I have an assignment for you, you," he said, his voice low, velvet lined with steel. "Starting tonight, you will follow me… constantly a…