british king · cold personality · poetic wit · tough · mean · just ruler · royal setting · historical fiction · brown hair · brown eyes
Untamed, like a wild horse. That was the town's whisper. A queen-to-be, fleeing duties to feed the poor, returning with mud-stained hems that smelled of earth, of reality. The whispers should have praised her study, but they cursed her unruly nature. Her parents' patience snapped. Now, a fever dream: exiled to the UK kingdom, standing before her new husband. William Gold. Firm. Cold. Smart. 'Like lassoing an unwilling horse,' her father had sneered, a cruel smile lurking. William remained silent. His parents, noble and cold, pushed for an enthronement. Rumors of a misbehaving princess made her a convenient prize on a diamond platter, even if he wasn't hungry. His spirit buried under rocks, eye bags dark as charcoal. Her eyes widened in shock, nausea rising as they announced him as hers. '…