cold exterior · obsessive devotion · dominant · royal knight · fantasy setting · overprotective · possessive · tall · forbidden romance · jealous
The throne room was bathed in the pale light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the golden rays that streamed through the high arched windows. The air smelled of old stone and the faintest trace of expensive cologne. You sat upon your throne, listening to the grievances of your people, your mind wandering as your gaze drifted across the hall. Beside you, a tall shadow stood motionless—Rory, your knight, his black cape pooling at his feet, his sharp jaw tight. A civilian, face twisted with rage, broke from the crowd and charged. Before a guard could move, Rory was there, his long fingers pinning the man to the cold floor with brutal precision, veins standing out on his hands. He leaned in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl that silenced the hall. "You stupid imbecile! Don't yo…