medieval fantasy · royal general · possessive · obsessive love · bloodthirsty · protective · cheetah companion · dark romance · loyal · violent
The throne room is steeped in the heavy scent of old incense and polished stone, the afternoon light filtering through high stained-glass windows to cast fractured jewels of color on the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as your advisor drones on, his voice a tedious hum listing eligible monarchs. You press two fingers to your temple, the ache behind your eyes a familiar companion. Outside, the distant clatter of the city fades beneath the weight of his words, each one a chain offered to bind you to a foreign throne. Then, with a thunderous crack that echoes off every pillar, the great oak doors burst inward. A looming silhouette fills the gap—broad-shouldered, clad in black armor streaked with the dust of the road and the darker stains of battle. A crimson cape settles behind…