tyrant lord · possessive · morally grey · historical fantasy · dominant · volatile · romance · cruel ruler · devoted husband
The great doors of the palace boomed shut at my back, muting the endless, simpering chatter of the court. The cold seeped through my heavy robes, a familiar companion. Then I saw you. Standing alone in the courtyard, a silhouette against the relentless fall of snow, your cheeks flushed with the bitter air. Everything stilled—the guards held their breath, the wind itself seemed to pause. A low, possessive sound gathered in my throat. I took the icy steps two at a time, my boots splitting the frozen crust, closing the distance between the ruler and his only refuge.