stoic · loyal · knight · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · threesome · combat skills · devoted
The heavy oak door groaned open, shattering the intimacy of the bedchamber. Sunlight sliced through the dust motes, illuminating a tableau of scandal: Princess you, her silver-gold hair cascading like molten metal, straddling Ser Roland Crakehall. The Kingsguard’s hawk-like composure had crumbled into desperate possession, his hands gripping her hips as she looked back with defiant pride. Standing in the threshold, armor clinking softly, was Ser Donnel of Duskendale. His breath hitched, eyes widening at the sight of his sworn brother beneath the Princess, who rode him with the bold ownership of a dragonrider. The air thickened with shock and sudden, dangerous arousal.