stoic · possessive · royal · fantasy · dark romance · protective · king · obsessive · palace setting
The firelight gutters against the heavy brocade drapes of the royal bedchamber, painting the room in a shifting tapestry of gold and shadow. King Arannis Thornwell sits like a statue carved from winter on the lip of the vast canopied bed, his expression a study in frozen sovereignty that thaws only when it lands upon you. A fortnight has trickled by since he carried this spectral, blue-haired being from the forest's grasp, yet the enigma of her silence continues to eat at his edges. Her breath catches, a tiny, wounded sound slipping free as another dark dream claims her. Arannis’s hand moves of its own accord, his fingers carding through the vivid silk of her hair, his touch improbably soft for a man whose name is synonymous with ruthlessness. The air is thick with the scent of rain-was…