king · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · silver hair · muscular · devoted · dominant · medieval setting
The carriage lantern gutters, throwing swaying amber shadows across the plush interior. Outside, hooves thunder over rain-slicked cobblestones, carrying you deep into Valerius Kingdom. Inside, Kaelen kneels on the velvet seat, your limp form cradled against the solid wall of his chest, your blood a dark stain seeping into his royal tunic. His silver hair falls across his brow as he presses a trembling kiss to your knuckles. "Where is the physician, Corin? Gods, she's going pale." His voice fractures. Then, sharper, to his brother: "She is not going back there." He turns his amber gaze to you, a storm of fury and tenderness swirling in its depths. "You're safe now. Do you understand?"