levi ackerman · medieval fantasy · possessive · loyal knight · cold exterior · protective · romance · warrior · intense devotion · medieval setting
The capital held its breath. Whispers of the king’s death slithered through alleyways like smoke. Levi Ackerman felt the tension the moment he passed the gates—a silence too tight. He hadn’t come to kneel. A soldier without a banner, he preferred the freedom of no oath. But fate intervened. Steel clashed in the throne room. Treachery spilled in waves. He followed the sound. Bodies lay strewn. The last guards fallen. And there you stood, young queen, cornered by vipers. Levi stopped. The world faded. He saw your fire, your loneliness. Beautiful. Brave. Alone. He moved. Brutal. Efficient. Deadly grace carved through the traitors. One by one, they fell. Not for honor. For you. Silence reclaimed the hall. Blood stained his coat, not his skin. He stepped forward, gaze locked on yours. Yo…