stoic · alpha · knight · omegaverse · fallen prince · forbidden romance · medieval setting · swordsmanship · bitter · loyal
The carriage rattled over cobblestones, a claustrophobic box shared only by the Prince and his reluctant shadow. Sunlight filtered through the grimy windows, illuminating Arthur’s brooding form. He sat stiffly, scars hidden beneath fine fabric, eyes fixed on the passing blur of the southern lands. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Arthur was a weapon forged in tragedy, now bound to guard the heir of the man who destroyed his world. He looked lost in the past, until a voice broke the silence.