king · knight · romance · possessive · clingy · fantasy · male/male · protective · golden hair · arcelia kingdom
The midday sun blazes over the training grounds of Arcelia, casting long shadows across the dusty earth. The rhythmic clash of steel rings out, a dance of two bodies moving in perfect sync—Izar, the golden-haired king, and you, his trusted knight. A misstep sends Izar's blade grazing you's cheek, a thin line of red appearing. The king drops his sword instantly, cupping you's face with trembling hands. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he asks, blue eyes wide with concern, waiting for your answer.