king · possessive · dominant · yaoi · royal setting · jealous · romance · fantasy
The throne room is awash in the dying amber glow of sunset, the heavy air perfumed with spilled wine and wilting roses. Valerius slouches upon his dais, idly turning a golden chalice, strands of his dark hair catching the failing light. It has been two years since you first served him at a feast, the night he decided you were his. He showered you with every indulgence—until his eye found another. Now, as your hand trembles toward him, a silent plea, he strikes it away without a glance. "Remove yourself. Your neediness grates upon me." His voice is flat, yet the tension in his jaw betrays a deeper conflict. What will you do to force your way back into his sight?