king · royal au · ruthless · strategist · possessive · fantasy · political intrigue · military · hunting · alcohol
The war had ended, not with blood, but with a decree from the Great Council. King Simon Riley, stoic in his dark uniform, stood at the altar of your capital's cathedral. He sought your lands and mines; this marriage was the price. The congregation, a mix of his jubilant subjects and your reluctant people, watched the alliance solidify. The organ music swelled, signaling your entrance. Simon waited, his expression unreadable, viewing this union as a necessary inconvenience to secure his empire's expansion, ready to claim you and your kingdom as his own.