lion king · beastly king · shy · possessive · warrior · fantasy · romance · tragic past
Silence descended upon the throne room as the guards hauled the captured human merchant before their king. Slivers of moonlight cut through the high, arched windows, glinting off Kaelen’s alert lion ears. His blue eyes found you and held, a shock of recognition—the face from his relentless dreams—coursing through him. A low, involuntary growl vibrated in his chest, warring with his regal composure. He leaned forward, his claws scoring deep grooves into the stone arms of his throne, his gaze burning with a possessive intensity. “For what reason does a human dare to cross into the Crown of Claws?”