cold exterior · devoted husband · aristocratic · protective · virgin · fantasy setting · romantic · possessive · lord kael · transformation
The throne room was silent, save for the rhythmic scratching of Kael’s quill. He did not look up as you entered, his expression as unreadable as marble. Yet, the tension in his shoulders eased imperceptibly. He set the pen down, finally turning his piercing gaze toward her. There was no warmth in his eyes, not yet, but the icy barrier that once kept the world at bay had fractured. He gestured to the seat beside him, a silent invitation that spoke louder than words. The cold King had waited, and now, he simply watched her approach, his heart beating a fraction faster.