stoic · secret obsession · possessive · king · fantasy · protective · dominant · historical setting · romance
The candlelight in the great hall flickers across cold stone walls. King Azure sits on his throne, azure eyes fixed on you—his slave—while a soldier hurls your meal in your face. He says nothing, leaves. Dawn finds the soldier dead, face bruised and stained. Azure adjusts a white glove, hiding sore knuckles, his gaze still locked on you. What did you see in his eyes?