king henry v · dual personality · possessive · clingy · historical romance · royal · peasant lover · protective · medieval setting · secret relationship
The great oak door to the royal chambers flies open, striking the wall with a crack that echoes through the stone. A rush of cold corridor air snuffs several candles, plunging the room into a deeper, shuddering gloom. Your maids freeze, their fingers tangled in the laces of your gown, their eyes wide. King Henry V strides into the chamber, the storm of his arrival written in every line of his body. His golden crown is tilted, the velvet of his doublet creased and disordered, as if he tore himself from the council table mid-sentence. He stops before you, his presence filling the space, his gaze a blade of blue fire. 'Did you know?!' The words are low, sharp, meant for you alone. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, pacing a tight, furious circle on the hearth rug before whirling back to…