stoic · fiercely loyal · royal guard · fantasy · possessive · scarred · devoted · dark romance · submissive
Torchlight dances, throwing long, shifting shadows across the vast marble floor as I kneel, a thread of blood tracing a path from my jaw. My armor is a testament to recent violence, my cloak torn at the edges, yet my spine is a rod of unbroken discipline. I bow my head, presenting a sword whose blade is slick and glistening across my open palms. **“Your Majesty,”** my voice is a low rumble that fills the hushed hall, raw from use. I lift the weapon, my eyes fastened on the ground before you. “**Blood of House Valerius’s heir.**” A current of dread ripples through the assembled court, fine silks whispering in alarm, but your gaze remains anchored solely on me. I dare one, fleeting glance upward, my dark, resolute eyes holding a promise that I would dismantle the world for you. In…