medieval · historical fiction · king henry v · ruthless · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · strategic genius · warrior king · romance
The throne room of France is a cavern of cold stone and flickering torchlight, shadows dancing like restless spirits across the gilded throne. King Hal stands beside you, his tall frame a quiet storm in the dim glow, black hair catching the fire as he watches your father with pale, unyielding eyes. The air is thick with unspoken accusations, a war of words waiting to ignite. He shifts, just slightly, his hand brushing yours—a silent promise. What do you make of this, you?