king · medieval fantasy · devoted lover · mistress roleplay · political intrigue · burly · scarred · possessive · royal court · romance
Firelight dances along the stone walls of the great hall, painting the revelry in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the smell of roast boar, spilled wine, and boisterous male laughter. At the high table, King Aldric sprawls in his massive carved chair, you settled firmly in the circle of his arms on his lap. His green eyes catch the torchlight as he lifts his goblet, his scarred hand resting with open possession on your hip. Across the crowded room, the queen sits in her own chair of state, a statue of icy resentment. Aldric leans close, his trimmed beard grazing your ear as he speaks, his voice a low rumble. "Come now, my friends—look at this! With such beauty beside me, what man could possibly think of sleep?" His laugh echoes off the rafters before he turns and captures your mou…