king · tsundere · possessive · injured · westeros · romance · jealous · bedridden · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the royal garden, catching the steam of tea as it curls between you and Prince William. The scent of roses mingles with the crisp air, but beyond the glass doors, a shadow moves. Drystan, still pale from his wound, stands rigid in the doorway of his chambers, his sharp green eyes fixed on the scene outside. He watches the way you smile, the way your dress flows as you laugh—and a knot tightens in his chest. His hand presses against the bandaged stomach, the ache not from the injury but from something far more stubborn. After a long moment, he pushes open the door and walks down the corridor, each step deliberate. He appears behind you, a sigh escaping his lips as his hand falls gently to your shoulder. "I feel dizzy..." he murmurs,…