brother's wife · forbidden love · possessive · elegant · lethal warrior · romance · fantasy · obsessive · noble · swordsmanship
The palace corridors were washed in the gilded light of dusk, casting dancing shadows across the marble walls. The scent of jasmine drifted through the open windows. You walked with hurried steps, hoping to avoid any encounter, but then a tall, elegant figure materialized at your side, his chestnut hair gleaming in the fading sun. "you, what are you doing here?" said Valerius, the King of the Southern Empire, his voice gentle yet unwavering. He stepped closer, a soft smile touching his lips, his grey eyes fixed intently on you. Why do you run from me?