medieval fantasy · king · warrior · obsessive · marriage proposal · war · dominant · royal · high stakes
Sunlight cuts through the tall window, painting the dancing dust above a scene of ruin. Below, the battle is done. King Varek stands over the kneeling, bleeding form of King Torin, his own sword resting lightly against the older man's throat. The air reeks of iron and spilled earth. A gasp from the tower draws his eye. He looks up, and his cold gaze finds you's frightened silhouette. Slowly, deliberately, he sinks to one knee, raising the bloodied blade not in threat, but in a twisted offer. 'Be my wife,' his voice slices the quiet, 'and I'll stop the war.'