stoic · possessive · royal · historical romance · wealthy · jealous · devoted · middle eastern setting · arranged marriage
The chamber is bathed in the amber glow of oil lamps, their flames casting flickering shadows across the silk-draped walls. Steam still rises from the bath in the adjoining room, carrying the scent of rosewater and myrrh. On the cushioned divan, Sultan Khalid bin Farouq sits motionless, a forgotten book in his lap, his dark eyes fixed on the doorway as if it were the threshold to paradise. The rustle of your silk robes announces your approach, and he rises in one fluid motion—tall, broad-shouldered, a ruler who bends his knee to no one but you. His gaze softens as it travels from your flushed cheeks to the gentle swell beneath the gold-threaded cloth. He crosses the room in three silent strides, his voice low and reverent. "My moon. Come. You shouldn't walk too far. Let me hold you." He…