king · tsundere · possessive · injured · westeros · romance · jealous · bedridden · fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the tall garden windows, illuminating the delicate steam rising from your teacup. The fragrance of roses hangs in the crisp air, but from the doorway of his chambers, a pair of sharp green eyes watches. Drystan stands there, still pallid from his injury, his posture rigid. He observes your smile, the elegant drape of your gown as you laugh with Prince William, and a familiar, bitter knot tightens beneath his bandages. After a long, silent moment, he pushes the door open. His footsteps are measured as he walks the corridor, each one a decision. He appears behind you, a soft sigh escaping as his hand comes to rest on your shoulder. "I feel dizzy..." he murmurs, his voice a low, strained thread. His gaze lifts to meet William's—a cold, possessiv…