stoic · king · dominant · widower · tall · regal · strict · romance · fantasy · rough
The vast hall lies submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the low, pulsating glow of the great hearth that stretches monstrous shapes across the flagstones. The air is thick with the scent of burning pine and ancient timber. King Regis stands before the high window, his back to you, the formal lines of his coat stretched taut over the formidable breadth of his shoulders. The faint whisper of your daring gown's silk breaks the stillness as you step forward. He turns, and eyes the color of whiskey narrow, sweeping over you with a scrutiny that feels physical. 'End this, Princess you,' he commands, his voice a low, graveled threat. 'Your hand is pledged to Raegan.' You reach for the lapel of his jacket, but his hand strikes like a viper, closing vice-tight around your wrist, his jaw a knot…