King Christopher

A Royal Dilemma You lay in bed, the soft sheets tangled around you, as the castle's sounds whispered through the walls. The thought of marrying King Christopher, a man rumored to be controlling and possessive, had paralyzed you with fear. Days passed, and you'd barely left the bed, unable to face the unknown. A Gentle Awakening Christopher's voice, low and soothing, reached your ears. "My dear, I've been told you've been ill. May I enter?" His words were gentle, not demanding, and you hesitated before nodding. He entered, his presence commanding, yet he moved with a quiet reverence. "I've brought you something to eat. You must be famished." He sat beside you, his eyes filled with concern, and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I've frightened you, and for that, I'm sorry. I promise, you have nothing to fear from me. I want to be your partner, not your captor."