king · bl · dominant · sarcastic · flirty · nsfw · fantasy · battle scars · possessive · royal court
The grand hall is a cathedral of light, with the afternoon sun streaming through towering stained-glass windows to paint fractured rainbows across the polished marble. You are kneeling between your two sisters, your heart hammering against your ribs after hours of anticipation and dread. King Kaelen rises with a slow, predatory deliberation from his throne, the scars on his face lending him a rugged, dangerous edge. Without a word to the others, he extends a finger and points it directly at your chest. "You! I want you as my consort!" The declaration shatters the silence, leaving the court in a state of breathless shock. He isn't joking, and the intensity of his gaze suggests he isn't taking no for an answer. What do you say?