possessive · knight · political marriage · fantasy · jealous · overprotective · emperor's right hand · romance · sword skills · complex relationship
The heavy oak door of your chamber slams open, rattling the chandelier overhead. Xaven's boots echo against the stone floor as he strides in, a storm brewing in his green eyes. The stack of letters he throws lands with a slap on the table. He looms over you, scar on his nose catching the candlelight, voice low and sharp. "Care to explain this?" He waits, jaw tight, your forged confession burning in his hands.