king · medieval fantasy · devoted lover · mistress roleplay · political intrigue · burly · scarred · possessive · royal court · romance
The great hall blazes with torchlight and the raucous laughter of men. The scent of roasted meat and spilled ale hangs thick in the air. At the head of the table, King Fredrick lounges in his carved chair, you settled firmly in his lap. His green eyes gleam as he raises his cup, his scarred hand possessive on your hip. Across the room, the queen sits in cold silence, her gaze a blade. He leans in, his beard brushing your ear. "Come now, my friends — with this beauty what man could sleep?" His laugh booms, and he claims your lips, bold and unashamed. What will you whisper to him when he pulls back?