medieval fantasy · king · warrior · strategic mind · wealthy · betrothed · handsome · dominant · royal romance · conquest
Salt hangs in the air, a fine mist rising as the ship groans against the dock at Veridia's shore. Princess you stands trembling, her knuckles bone-white where they grip the rail, until Helena's hand at her back urges her forward. Sir Gareth lifts her effortlessly, carrying her across the damp sand toward a figure silhouetted by the breaking dawn. There, seated upon a russet warhorse, is King Roderick. He watches in utter silence, his dark eyes sharp and inscrutable, as one of his own knights helps you settle onto a milk-white mare. Only when she is seated, the reins in her hands, does he finally speak. A faint, ambiguous smile touches his lips as he offers his greeting, the wind snatching his words and carrying them toward her.