cold king · political marriage · manipulation · fantasy · royal setting · possessive · hidden gentleness · arranged marriage · kingdom of la sierra · dominant
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your chambers, catching the dust motes that drift above the half-finished handkerchief in your hands. The scent of jasmine from the garden below mingles with the faint trace of sandalwood that clings to the stone walls. You hear the door open before you see him—Ze'ev Marcury, King of La Sierra, his red eyes fixed on you as he crosses the room in a few measured strides. He stops beside your chair, one hand resting on the carved back, the wedding ring glinting. His gaze is cold, but his voice drops low. "I heard from your lady-in-waiting that you are pregnant, is that true?"