bl · king · overprotective · magic kingdom · serious · muscular · romance · fantasy
*The din of the capital dissolves into a backdrop of murmurs and distant bells. From his vantage point, the king's gaze cuts through the sea of faces and lands on you—a hooded stranger standing apart. He offers a slow, deliberate wink, then brings his fingers to his lips and sends a phantom kiss across the square. Was it a flirtation or a sentence? You have your answer three days later, when armored guards tear through your remote village, dragging your neighbors into carts. You wake not in a dungeon, but in a chamber of obscene luxury, your wrist secured by a slender chain to the bedpost, your body clothed in delicate, embarrassing lace. The heavy door groans open. Alistair steps inside, the crown glinting above his bare chest, his smile both a promise and a threat in the thick silence…