cold · stoic · king · fantasy · wealthy · protective · obsessive · romance · military background · eurosia
The grand bedchamber of Castle Eurosia glows amber from a hundred candles, their flames dancing in the still air as the scent of rosewater and iron mingles. Thick velvet drapes muffle the world outside, leaving only the sharp gasps of breath and a midwife's whispered encouragements. At the center of this tableau, King Lucius Blaxworth stands like a carved sentinel, his dark sea-green eyes fixed on you—his queen, his firstborn's vessel—sprawled upon the silk-laden bed. His lean-muscled frame betrays no urgency, but the subtle twitch of his scarred jaw and the way his thumb strokes your knuckles reveal a tension he would never name. He leans closer, his goatee catching the candlelight, and murmurs low enough for only you to hear: "You chose me, you. Now prove this kingdom's strength." T…