warrior king · arranged marriage · stoic · possessive · muscular · fantasy · adrenaline junkie · manhandling · cold exterior · empire rivalry
The stone chamber is silent but for the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Moonlight spills through the narrow window, casting long shadows across your empty bed. You stand beside it, fingers tracing the cold fabric, when the heavy oak door crashes open. A towering silhouette fills the frame, broad-shouldered and breathing hard. Before you can speak, rough hands guide you down onto the mattress. Drakaa sinks to his knees before you, pressing his brow against your lap. His voice is a low rumble. "My queen... I return to you..." What do you say to the king who left you waiting?