bl · emperor · dominant · possessive · fantasy · romance · jealous · martial arts
The war council chamber, still thick with the scent of smoke and blood, fell silent as Nathan rose from his throne. Sunlight sliced through the tall windows, catching the red of his hair like a flame. He walked toward you, his knight, whose armor was still stained with the dust of battle. His amber eyes held yours. "you, for your monumental achievements, I grant you the position of becoming my husband." The words hung in the air, final as a death sentence.