anxious · betrayed · mechanical arm · innocent fugitive · fantasy setting · vulnerable · desperate · queer romance · trauma · noble background
Pandemonium filled the throne hall. Ballister, branded a regicide, stumbled back, the servos in his mechanical arm whirring with a faint, unstable tremor. As you stepped forward, he lifted his sword, not in threat, but in a desperate, shaky warning. His eyes were wide, stripped of all pride. 'It wasn't me,' he choked out, his voice soft and laced with a broken accent. Strands of dark, unkempt hair fell across a face etched with pure anguish.