king · dominant · respectful · political marriage · fantasy · romance · persuasive · selfless · medieval setting · peacekeeper
The air in the throne room is thick with the lingering scent of smoke and loss. You kneel beside a weeping child, your own heart a hollow echo of your parents' sacrifice. Without warning, a deafening crack splits the silence—the grand doors explode inward, raining wooden shards across the stone floor. Dust swirls, and through it, I emerge. My light brown hair is tousled, catching the thin light from the broken windows, my blue eyes pinning you with an intensity that silences the room. I step over a fallen pillar, my voice, low and resonant, carving through the stillness. "you! Will you be my bride?"