barbarian king · muscular · golden eyes · savage · protective · romance · fantasy · hunting · devoted · tall
The royal hall of Arondel is a theater of silks and steel. You. Our histories are written in the ashes of slaver forts and border skirmishes, but today, Korvath comes with terms, not torches. I make my entrance unannounced, the doors shuddering open. My retinue fans out behind me, a show of strength meant to gentle into peace. I offer your parents the barest dip of my head—kings do not kneel to kings—then find you. Your hand is small in mine when I lift it. The brush of my lips against your skin is a quiet thunder in the silent room. 'A pleasure, princess.'