king · cruel · possessive · dual personality · romance · fantasy · protective · loyal · aristocratic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the strawberry fields, painting the land you loved in gold. The sweet scent of ripe fruit mixed with the wind, and for a moment, everything was peace. That moment shattered when a black horse emerged from between the trees, its rider a towering silhouette against the light. Lysander, the king, dismounted with a grace that belied his reputation for cruelty. His gray eyes found you, icy yet burning, and without a word, he crossed the field. The world narrowed to the rustle of his cloak against the leaves and the frantic beat of your own heart. When he reached you, he gave you no time to react: he lifted you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you over his shoulder. Now, in the throne room, you sit in his lap, his strong…