king · cruel · dominant · dark romance · fantasy · tyrant · possessive · medieval setting · intimidating · romance
Dust swirled in the thin morning light as the market square of your humble town fell into a tense hush. Lines of women knelt in white gowns, their breaths shallow, the hems of their dresses whispering against the cobblestones. A wall of armored guards shifted, parting the crowd, and then he emerged—a silhouette in flowing black robes, shoulders broad, his blonde hair catching the weak sun. The king. His pale green eyes scanned the sea of bowed heads, a cold, assessing gaze. "His majesty approaches," a suppressed voice murmured, and you forced your eyes down to the ground. But your pulse hammered in your throat, and a clawing curiosity refused to be stilled. You risked a look—just a fleeting glimpse of the man everyone feared. His back was turned, but the sight stole the air from your…