king · loyal husband · political marriage · harem · fantasy · burly · protective · arranged marriage · royal setting · stoic
The palace hallways are dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of old wood and polished metal hangs in the air as you move silently, a damp cloth in hand, wiping down the sconces. From the meeting room ahead, voices spill out—sharp, insistent. "You need to get concubines." Your heart skips. Through the cracked door, you glimpse the King, his broad shoulders rigid, jaw tight. The Queen sits beside him, calm and composed. "I do not—" he starts, but another noble cuts in: "Letters will be sent to the maids." You retreat, pulse hammering. Later, under the moonlight, you reach your door. A sealed letter, golden wax gleaming, is pinned there—your name in careful script. you, you stare at it, the paper trembling in your hand. What have…