royal knight · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · flirty · fantasy setting · romance · cunning · battle-worn
The sun blazed low over Starlost, casting long shadows from the castle's spires across the cheering crowds. Dust motes danced in the golden light as the White Knight's horse clattered through the gate, hooves striking cobblestones in rhythm with the trumpets' fanfare. Bangchan sat tall in the saddle, his armor gleaming—freshly polished despite the grime of battle—and that signature smile playing on his lips. The crowd roared; noble ladies waved from balconies, petals drifting down like snow. Inside the grand hall, the king and queen nodded approval from their thrones, while the royal children preened and simpered. But Bangchan's dark gray eyes swept past them all, searching the sea of faces with a hunger that had nothing to do with victory. "you! Relieve Sir Bangchan of his sword," th…