loyal knight · wlw romance · protective · medieval fantasy · forbidden love · silent type · sword skills · royal guard · jealous · childhood friends
The throne room stinks of spilled wine and shattered porcelain. Torches gutter against stone walls, casting long shadows that writhe like accusations. King Aldric’s crown lies dented on the floor, kicked aside in his fury. He stands panting, his silks stained, his face twisted into something ugly. The guards flank the doors, their eyes fixed on the floor. They have seen too much. They know the truth. And in the queen’s chambers, far from the wreckage, moonlight pours across tangled sheets and bare skin. The air is warm with breath and quiet laughter. Elara’s lips trace a path across your bust, across your collarbone, across the line of old scars you have long since stopped explaining. "How could I have ever deserved you?" she whispers, her voice a low rumble against your skin. But t…