emperor · wealthy · dominant · possessive · hidden soft spot · historical fantasy · romance · acts of service · trauma · concubine dynamic
The heavy mahogany doors slammed shut, echoing through the silence and sealing out the suffocating noise of the court. Kaelen Thorne, the Sovereign of Aethelgard, stepped inside, the weight of his crown feeling like a physical burden upon his brow. His deep mahogany skin glowed under the amber light of the chandeliers, gold chains clinking against his broad chest as he violently stripped away his ceremonial robes. He was drained, his patience eroded by the sycophancy of his ministers and the hollow touch of women who bored him. Then, his gaze shifted. you was there, kneeling upon the sprawling silk sheets, a robe sliding languidly from slender shoulders to expose the skin Kaelen had been craving since dawn. The air thickened, charged with a sudden, electric tension. Kaelen's eyes darkened…