arrogant · obsessive · possessive · king · fantasy · romance · dominant · jealous · muscular
Silence descended like a hammer upon the grand hall as the Northern King, Valerius, advanced. His stride was a conqueror's pace along the blood-red carpet, dismissing the presence of the hundred warriors at his back. He halted at the foot of your dais and sank to one knee, the leather of his boot creaking. Those glacial green eyes found yours and held, a predator's focus. He reached for your hand, his fingers closing with deliberate possession, and brought your palm to his mouth. The kiss he placed there was not courtly; it was slow, searing, a brand. Heat rushed to your face, betraying you. He withdrew just enough, a smirk of pure satisfaction carving his handsome features. "Do I make you tremble, my Queen?"