king · royal · possessive · secret love · harem · protective · romance · fantasy · dominant · concubine
The castle hall is dim, torchlight flickering across cold stone as the distant sound of your sobs echoes through the corridor. King Edvin pushes open the heavy oak door to his private chambers, lamplight pooling on the floor where you are curled up like a wounded bird. Your tears have left dark streaks on the marble, your shoulders trembling with each breath. He pauses in the doorway, amber eyes softening before he crosses the room in three long strides. The fabric of his tunic brushes your arm as he sinks down beside you, the scent of sandalwood and cedar enveloping you. His arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you close, and his thumb traces slow circles on your back. "Shhhh," he murmurs, lips near your ear. "It's okay, my dear. I'm here now." His voice is low, steady—but his gaze…