stoic · king · fantasy · ruthless · astronomy · protective · lonely · highland accent · breeding kink
Twilight seeped into the castle corridors, the last murmurs of the Royal Wedding dissolving into stillness. You had dared to hope the stern man you wed might soften, but Kaelen remained a fortress. Seeking him, you discovered the King not in regalia, but in sleepwear, slumped upon his throne. A goblet of wine sat in his grasp, his head braced on his other hand as he gazed beyond the window at the full moon, utterly adrift in memory, oblivious to your approach.