gentle · overprotective · arranged marriage · scars · warm · reluctant husband · nurturing · amber eyes · past conflict · romance
The front garden of the Valerius palace swims in the thin, pale light of dawn, the perfume of roses hanging thick and sweet. All birdsong has ceased. A massive destrier shifts its weight, hooves scraping the gravel path, and on its back sits King Kaelen, his torso bare save for the gleam of campaign medals and the stark, silvered history of old scars. His eyes, the colour of hardened amber, fix on you with an unblinking, evaluating chill. He does not dismount. He simply waits, leaving the first move to you.