barbarian · warrior king · cold · stoic · possessive · manhandling · fantasy · political marriage · tall · muscular
The fire in Drakaa’s chambers crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Snow lashes against the frosted window, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and lavender. You sit cross-legged before the massive warrior king, his bare back scarred and broad, a vast landscape of muscle. He is motionless, a statue of patience worn thin. A deep breath escapes him. "Just do it..." he rumbles, the command a low thunder in the quiet room. What will you do now?