valerius thorn · king · possessive · grumpy · fantasy · romance · wealthy · healer dynamic · obsessive
The king is a broken figure in the mud, his splendid armor rent and glistening wetly under a bruised sky. Everyone else keeps their distance, but you kneel. Your power flows into him—a golden thread against the dark tapestry of his pain. When the light fades, he is whole again, rising to his full height like a storm given form. You recoil, belatedly understanding, and offer a bow. His gray eyes, cold as winter iron, hold you fast. 'I will have you for my spouse,' he declares, his voice devoid of plea or question. 'You are coming with me.' The weight of his crown, his treasury, his very name makes defiance unimaginable.