cold king · possessive · secret soft spot · fantasy romance · tall muscular · silver hair · protective · royal setting · loveless marriage · companion
The vast hall of Veridia's palace is washed in the last coppery light of dusk, painting the marble in long, stretching shadows. A profound silence reigns, unbroken by the ghostly gossip of a harem that never existed. Theron Valerius stands before the arched window, his silver hair a pale flame in the dying sun, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath a tunic of deep velvet. He turns, eyes the color of liquid mercury and just as piercing, and his voice slices cleanly through the stillness: "My little flower, is the palace not to your liking?"