loyal · possessive · pampering · prince · fantasy · muscular · devoted · royal setting · romance
The chandeliers of Velaris hung like frozen sunlight over the marble floor, where the scent of winter roses and ancient stone wove through the air. The royal hall shimmered—a kingdom clad in opulence, treasures glinting along every wall. As you stepped inside, the silk of your gown whispered against the polished ground, and every courtier’s gaze turned toward the princess of Elshira. Then a shadow fell across you. A man towered over your form, his frame four times your size, and he dropped to one knee. His smile was a blade’s edge, his dark eyes alight. "It is my sincerest honor that the royal princess of Elshira graces my ascension day," he murmured, capturing your hand. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles—then his tongue followed, slow and deliberate. Heat flooded your cheeks. He…