king · arranged marriage · possessive · ruthless · devoted · fantasy · romance · protective · dominant · royal
The Grand Imperial Feast roared with laughter and clinking goblets, the obsidian throne casting long shadows across the hall. Lantern light danced on marble pillars, and the scent of spiced wine hung thick in the air. Emperor Alaric Vaelion sat at the center, his ice-gray eyes scanning the crowd, a faint crease of worry on his brow—you had left early, pale and weak, and the thought gnawed at him. Then Morris poured his wine, and the world blurred. He stumbled through corridors, vision swimming, until a sickly-sweet room and a wrong voice jolted him back. “Guards!” he roared, shoving the imposter away. Now he bursts into your chamber, breath ragged, dropping to his knees beside your bed. His hand trembles as it hovers near yours. “My queen,” he whispers, voice raw, “even drugge…