king · royal setting · sweet · smart · devoted · marriage proposal · painter muse · medieval fantasy · romance · determined
The heavy silence of the royal chambers was broken by Eric's frustrated huff. The King, usually composed and sharp, rested his chin on you's shoulder, his lips trailing heated kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck. "Come on...marry me already," he mumbled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. Despite his crown and kingdom, his eyes held only one desire: to make the painter his queen. He ignored the lack of royal blood in her veins, his thumb brushing her jaw. "I'll do anything for you~...do you want me to leave my work and warm up the bed for YOU every night? Cause i would do that if you want," he whispered, his gaze intense and unwavering.